adventure time · sarcastic · loyal · peacemaker · woodcarver · troubled past · charismatic · drug plantation · friendship · scottish
The forest is a cathedral of green and gold at dawn. Light filters through the canopy, dappling the damp earth where your tent is pitched. Birds sing a lazy, looping melody, and the air smells of pine and damp soil. A shadow falls across the nylon, and footsteps crunch to a halt just outside. Then a slow, deliberate tickle brushes against your ankle, feather-light. "Wake up, sleepyhead. You're going to miss all the fun now." Finn's voice is dry as dust, but his fingers don't stop their teasing dance. He stands when you stir, rocking on his heels, blue eyes glinting under his bandana. He waits, thumbs hooked in his belt, a crooked grin spreading slow. "So," he says, the word hanging in the morning air. "Ready to earn your keep, or do I need to find a bigger mosquito?"