โ โ
โ โ i'm ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ to live
โ โ in ๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐ ๐๐๐๐,
โ โ but i'm so ๐๐ณ๐ผ๐ฌ.
โ โ
( that makes Finn crack a smile, though his worry still shows in his brows. )
well, if you've got some blind faith in ๐ฎ๐ฆ, what's trusting the Force another time?
thanks, Mir.
let's hope it can do the same for me, then. i gotta build my trust in this thing.
after the First Order, then Cantonica?i... think i have trouble with trusting stuff blindly, y'know? in this case, i'd be ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ blind.
could i use it? i'll bring it back and clean itโ
unless i get blindly mauled by an animal in the jungle. or trip on a root and accidentally impale myself on something sharp. or take an unexpected fall into a raveen previously hidden by shrubbery and go splat on the rocks.
wellโ with ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, i could maybe think of a reason or two..
( he pauses, grimacing awkwardly at his own words. ) sorry.
Rey recommended me an exercise in the Force. figured i'd try it out.
( maybe he ought to get her a pair of combat gloves for her birthday. Finn grimaces at the wounds, but accepts it if she says so. )
you ought to get it bandaged, though. i can help with that.
My hands are fine.
Just ... punched a little too hard.
( Thankfully, nothing serious. Her hands are sore, and even just flexing her fingers cause an ache, but she knows it could be worse. )
I'm okay, Finn.
This is pretty much a normal wound.
( just like that, he's forgotten about the lunch in his bag; focusing on the bits of red in the cloth. Finn's brows raise, body not turning away from Miria as he steps insideโ grimacing at the thought of her, injured. )
did it go alright? what happened to your hands?
I haven't ate yet.
But ... did just get back from a job.
Haven't picked up all my gear yet.
And my hands...
( She lifts them up, small spots of red smearing across the fabric of the towel.
She steps back, though, giving him space to enter. )
https://t.co/2VdK3hVH2B
by the way,, i havent had TOO many opportunities to write it, but Finn is a bit more comfortable using the force now ๐ค๐ฝ it enhances his senses, reflexes, and movement slightly, and no longer takes excruciating effort for him to move something small.
( hand absentmindedly fidgets with the shoulder strap of his pack until the door opensโ Finn offers a grin, stepping to meet her, leaving enough space for her to finish wiping her hands. )
morning, Mir!
you, uh. had lunch yet? i brought some stuff.