[The actual round might not be nearly horny on main as a whole, but Finn is still one to latch onto anyone that treats him with a modicum of decency and personal respect. And, now, three weeks into this twisted social experiment, that includes Thorn.]
[It's taken a long time for Finn to warm to her, relatively. That first week was nice enough, but you'd have to be stupid to get chummy with the one keeping them all prisoner, right? But then, as the second week had revealed, she wasn't actually as in charge as she'd claimed. She might not be subject to rule seven, but she was as much a prisoner as they were. And it had only gotten worse. An accidental death -a basic painkiller unthinkingly given to someone whose biology made it fatal- and they'd had to condemn Prompto for it anyway.]
[It had been a bad day all around.]
[But by all appearances it had affected their Overseer as badly as the rest of them. She had joined their mourning, helped those who were worse off. Put up two more memorials in the garden.]
[Let's be real, the cooking was almost definitely what sealed the deal here.]
[So, finally, on the third Wednesday of their stay in the Fantasy Suite, Finn makes use of Thorn's office hours.]
...Hey.
[He stands a little uncertainly in the doorway, not quite stepping in yet. Hands clasped lightly in front of him, at waist height. A sort of instinctive at-ease position as he waits to be invited in.]
Office Hours
[It's taken a long time for Finn to warm to her, relatively. That first week was nice enough, but you'd have to be stupid to get chummy with the one keeping them all prisoner, right? But then, as the second week had revealed, she wasn't actually as in charge as she'd claimed. She might not be subject to rule seven, but she was as much a prisoner as they were. And it had only gotten worse. An accidental death -a basic painkiller unthinkingly given to someone whose biology made it fatal- and they'd had to condemn Prompto for it anyway.]
[It had been a bad day all around.]
[But by all appearances it had affected their Overseer as badly as the rest of them. She had joined their mourning, helped those who were worse off. Put up two more memorials in the garden.]
[Let's be real, the cooking was almost definitely what sealed the deal here.][So, finally, on the third Wednesday of their stay in the Fantasy Suite, Finn makes use of Thorn's office hours.]
...Hey.
[He stands a little uncertainly in the doorway, not quite stepping in yet. Hands clasped lightly in front of him, at waist height. A sort of instinctive at-ease position as he waits to be invited in.]