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-ˋˏ 𖤓 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs 𖤓 ˎˊ-

-ˋˏ 𖤓 ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ / ʙғʏ 𖤓 ˎˊ-

Finch is leaning back in the passengers seat of his van, feet up on the drivers seat. the side door of the van is open so the sound of his guitar can be heard if you walk past. his brother isn’t around so he’s enjoying a moment of peace.

[ @TwistedRegret ] “i could really use a drink.. what’s your cheapest liquor that can get me the drunkest” Finch sighs.

[ @ManipulativeSin ] :)

// uhh.. this guy is being flipped:)

[ @RavagerLoyalty ] he’s grinning way too proudly at Kraglin, he clearly has done something that he shouldn’t have.

“dat sounds real good” he grins, showing off all his crooked and metal teeth. “wait but— so you’s not dealin’ you’s.. ya don’t look like ah druggie?”

he raises a brow “is you gettin’ high off this shit? i thought ya was dealin’ in it—” he grumbles. “whatevah, i’s be happy to do it fer couple grand das all”

“wa’s in it fer me?” he crosses his arm. he’d done worse for some cash but it had to be worth the damn effort.

“das it yeah— make sure ya tell the other Grimm ‘bout it” was he looking for a way to make Ben a little jealous with his amazing gift? perhaps. his lip curls in disgust for a moment before giving a somewhat reluctant hug. hoping nobody was nearby to see. only because it’s her.

he nods, grin big enough to show off his teeth. in the wrapping is a pink notebook with glitter, stars and swirls. “s’got like glitter ‘n everythin’ figure ya would like it. fer ya uh— what was it? the stories you be writin’ all the time”