Date: 2016-04-27 11:05 pm (UTC)
prince_of_nymphs: (smiles)
Fin's hair was still quite long and unruly at the moment, and he pushed it back as he got to his feet.

"There's a pub next block over, bit of a dive, but I've always liked it. Good place to write," he added as he shoved his laptop into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

More importantly, the walk was just long enough to allow him a cigarette. He was desperate for one.
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