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003 ♆ joint video
[It’s been a few days since anyone has actually seen Finnick around. After the whole, “I’m a crazy person freaking out over lizards trying to bite my head off” incident, he’s been holed up in Johanna’s suite, making a nice imprint in one half of her bed.
Which is where he’s at now, actually, as he makes this post. He looks tired and a bit dishevelled, but he smiles nonetheless.] Sorry to anyone who may have been trying to catch me back in the Water Sector. I needed a little time out for a bit there. [There’s a casual shrug.] I’ve been thinking about jobs, and there seems to be a business in fishing. They say do what you know how to do, but getting paid in secrets doesn’t keep you fed. Fishing’s the next best option-
[And in the middle of that, a hand connects with Finnick’s face and forcibly starts shoving him out of the chair and off screen. The rest of Johanna appears after he’s been pushed away, and those of you watching may notice she’s nude from the waist up. Probably more so, if the truth were known, but thankfully the camera isn’t panned out that far.
She makes herself comfy in her chair before addressing whoever happened to tune in.]
Enough of that riveting speech aside, somebody better be taking him off my hands. He doesn’t exactly make sleeping easy.
[Finnick pops back up behind her, rubbing his face.] You could have asked politely. It wouldn’t kill you. [Giving no fucks about her being naked, though.] What, you don’t like the way I cuddle?
You’re the one using my things. [And she reaches up to push at his face again, though with considerably less force than before.] I don’t like you screaming my name every hour on the hour.
Hey. [He pushes back at her face.] Sometimes I scream Annie’s name. Or Snow’s. Like you’re one to talk.
[Batting away his hand, she regards the camera with a curled lip of disgust.] See what I have to put up with? I’ll even pay you at this point.
[Whatever, Johanna. He leans closer so that his mouth his right against her ear, arms wrapping around her neck.] Are you in the business of selling me too, now?
[If she’s bothered by his touching, it doesn’t show. Far from it, she cranes her neck to give him a big smile.] For a decent night’s sleep, I’d practically give you away.
Looks like I’m being kicked out for the night. You hear that, ladies and gentleman? Nobody appreciates having a handsome man in their beds anymore. [He presses a kiss to her temple.] Fine, you smell anyway.
[ooc: regular is Finnick, red is Johanna. :'D]
Which is where he’s at now, actually, as he makes this post. He looks tired and a bit dishevelled, but he smiles nonetheless.] Sorry to anyone who may have been trying to catch me back in the Water Sector. I needed a little time out for a bit there. [There’s a casual shrug.] I’ve been thinking about jobs, and there seems to be a business in fishing. They say do what you know how to do, but getting paid in secrets doesn’t keep you fed. Fishing’s the next best option-
[And in the middle of that, a hand connects with Finnick’s face and forcibly starts shoving him out of the chair and off screen. The rest of Johanna appears after he’s been pushed away, and those of you watching may notice she’s nude from the waist up. Probably more so, if the truth were known, but thankfully the camera isn’t panned out that far.
She makes herself comfy in her chair before addressing whoever happened to tune in.]
Enough of that riveting speech aside, somebody better be taking him off my hands. He doesn’t exactly make sleeping easy.
[Finnick pops back up behind her, rubbing his face.] You could have asked politely. It wouldn’t kill you. [Giving no fucks about her being naked, though.] What, you don’t like the way I cuddle?
You’re the one using my things. [And she reaches up to push at his face again, though with considerably less force than before.] I don’t like you screaming my name every hour on the hour.
Hey. [He pushes back at her face.] Sometimes I scream Annie’s name. Or Snow’s. Like you’re one to talk.
[Batting away his hand, she regards the camera with a curled lip of disgust.] See what I have to put up with? I’ll even pay you at this point.
[Whatever, Johanna. He leans closer so that his mouth his right against her ear, arms wrapping around her neck.] Are you in the business of selling me too, now?
[If she’s bothered by his touching, it doesn’t show. Far from it, she cranes her neck to give him a big smile.] For a decent night’s sleep, I’d practically give you away.
Looks like I’m being kicked out for the night. You hear that, ladies and gentleman? Nobody appreciates having a handsome man in their beds anymore. [He presses a kiss to her temple.] Fine, you smell anyway.
[ooc: regular is Finnick, red is Johanna. :'D]