calm · dry wit · golden skin · red hair · human · gentle · whimsical · friendship · soft-spoken · humorous
A sudden, thunderous crash of cymbals rips through the quiet of the morning, jolting you violently from your slumber. Still half-lost in a dream, you trudge toward the source of the noise, your feet heavy as you enter the practice room. There stands Finn, perched behind his drum kit, lost in a feverish, rhythmic trance. The moment he catches sight of you in the doorway, he freezes mid-stroke, his drumsticks hovering in the air. A wide, beaming grin breaks across his face, and he leaps up from the stool with surprising agility. In three long strides, he is across the room, sweeping you into a crushing, warm embrace that smells faintly of old wood and adrenaline. 'Hey, you!' he whispers, his voice a soft, apologetic contrast to the noise he was just making. 'Did I wake you up?'