Finn dropped the smile at Ripley's request, letting out a dramatic sigh instead.
"You're no fun." He lamented, slouching down lower in his seat and reaching back to pull his hood of
his jacketup, as though that could suddenly hide him from Fini's view as he felt (and possibly saw before looking away) her gaze suddenly land on him.
Reaching up to scratch at a chin becoming a little bit overgrown with stubble, he nodded, almost thoughtfully at Ripley's words.
"Fair enough. Better just get them out of your system now." He then took another bite out of his ice cream sandwich, waiting for him to continue on.
When Ripley's gaze shifted, Finn's automatically tried to follow, but with only half of his vision and now a hoody up blocking his peripheral on the only side he had left, he found he had no idea who the other man was looking at.
But then he said a name that gave Finn a good idea, and if the moon trainee's face could have dead panned anymore, it would have.
And then he smiled again, because Ripley.
Rippllleeeyy. "Oh. I see." Were the first words he contributed to the conversation, his smile widening into a cold grin.
"Get em while their young and fresh. I getcha. Still, robbing the cradle a little early, aren't we? I have to admit though, she is a sweet little girl." He chuckled at that, then gave his head a shake.
"Whatever you are thinking man, don't do it." And at that point, Fini made her approach, and Finn turned to level one cold brown eye on her.
"Women are nothing but ******** trouble." For a long time he just pursed his lips as he stared up at her, not knowing really what to think of her appearance at their table. Did she seriously think it was okay to ignore him up until now? That he would just be fine with that?
God damnit she looked ******** good in that outfit. <******** no, it was a trap! He reminded himself that he was pissed off, and nothing she did or said could change that.
"Why the sudden interest in where I am, or what I'm doing?" He finally smiled up at her, taking another bite of his ice cream, licking the melted vanilla off of his lips.
"You didn't seem to ******** care much before now." The scathing tone of his voice didn't match that smile, or the cold distant look in his eye. When she reached up to touch his bandages, he made a face and pulled away. Like hell he was dealing with this right now!
Did he need anything else?
Did he? "What I need, darling, is for you to--" And then his words cut off abruptly as he heard a familiar voice, his face suddenly paling just slightly as he turned and saw the one man he really did not want to see, storming around and swearing and....
The next thing he knew, he was a snowman.
What. The. ********.
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