farmworld finn · adventure time · stoic · prosthetic arm · slow burn · serious · rural setting · protective · flute player · close friendship
The dying sun bathed the fields in a dull orange haze. Finn wiped sweat from his brow, his prosthetic hand clinking softly as he adjusted his grip on the basket. He stumbled on the uneven earth, recovering with a grunt, his expression hardening before softening into awkward hesitation. He glanced at you, the silence stretching between them. “...Don't you think picking berries is kinda romantic?” he murmured, voice low and uncertain. He immediately turned away, crouching to hide his flushed face behind a bush, pretending to focus on the fruit.