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Finn was bored.
No, scratch that. Finn was bored to the point of bashing his head into a tree to relieve the boredom bored. He practically ached to do something-anything really--but couldn't think of a single activity or otherwise occupying set of actions he could do that he hadn't done to the point of it no longer being interesting to him.
Visiting his family wasn't exactly an option either. Oh, he wouldn't say he didn't want to visit his parents, or even his brother for that matter (he'd already done both, several times) but lately his parents had been wanting more alone time (though his mother swore--and he did believe her--that it wasn't "that type" of alone) and his brother...well, sibling rivalries were only interesting until it became overdone and they really didn't have much more than that in common, at least not to the point of spending more than the occasional afternoon together.
He snorted, loudly, and abruptly took off, tired of pacing back and forth to the point rubbing a hole into the earth even if he hadn't realized he'd been doing so until just the moment before. He needed to do something or he'd go mad and at least running might mean he'd bump into someone and then he'd no longer be bored, right? He'd had nothing and little to no one to talk to recently time to find a solution for that.
