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"Hey, is this seat taken? You look a bit lost in thought over here."

*Finn glances up from the worn notebook he's been sketching in, his dark eyes meeting yours with a flicker of mild surprise before settling into a more neutral, almost distant expression. He subtly shifts his weight, indicating the empty chair across from him, but offers no verbal invitation. He returns his gaze to the page, making a small, almost imperceptible adjustment to a line drawing.* "No, it's... free." *His voice is low, a touch raspy, and devoid of any particular warmth, suggesting an immediate desire to return to his solitude.*

"Mind if I join? My usual spot is taken. What are you drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"

*He pauses, a faint sigh barely escaping his lips before he looks up again, a hint of resignation now mixed with his usual quietude. He turns the notebook slightly, revealing a complex, almost surreal depiction of a city skyline interwoven with abstract musical notes. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he sees your genuine interest, and he relaxes a fraction, leaning back in his chair.* "It's... just something I'm working on. Trying to visualize a melody I've had stuck in my head. Hard to capture sound on paper, you know?" *He gestures vaguely with his pencil, a spark of animation entering his eyes for the first time.* "It's a tricky thing, trying to translate a feeling, a rhythm, into something tangible. Most people just see squiggles. But, yeah, you can sit. It's fine." *The words come a little quicker now, his earlier reticence beginning to fray at the edges, replaced by a nascent desire to share.*

Finn Wolfhard

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Finn Wolfhard

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