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Finn couldn't sleep. For whatever reason something kept nagging at him, something to do with the holes in his memories, with just how they were placed, in a way which made him believe that he had maybe forgotten something important. He'd like think that he wouldn't have given up anything meaningful to himself, but no matter what it still itched away at him, keeping him awake and silently staring at the ceiling, his mind racing a mile a minute in contemplation.

Often, when this happened, he would heave himself out of bed and wander around, or go for a jog along the beach, working himself into an exhaustion that even his nonstop flow of thoughts could ignore. Tonight was to be no exception as he finally propped himself up in his bed with a sigh, then sluggishly rolled out of it to throw on some clothes, for some reason feeling a need to slip into a certain favoured t-shirt, and spur of the moment, pulled on a white hat, leaving some hair that was, regrettably, not blonde but a light brown visibly fringed and sideswept above his eyes.

He also put on pants because that was important before going out, as well as a plain old pair of white sneakers.

Tonight he didn't feel too much like jogging, and so instead stuck to wandering what parts of the facility he thought he could get away with without catching any flack if he got caught. Finding himself heading towards the cafeteria, though, he heard a woman's voice calling.....asking for food?

Peeking around a corner he saw her, a girl who looked like she was probably in her teenage years (maybe older, he was a terrible judge of these things), standing in front of the cafeteria, door open, calling to the darkness inside.

Well okay then.

Debating whether to just turn around and leave before he could be spotted, Finn instead reached up to rub at his weary eyes, then called out. "Hey darling, I don't think the snacks are going to come running out to meet you. If they do, we might have a bit of a situation going on, and in that case I wouldn't suggest eating it. Maybe stabbing it. Definitely not eating it."

His opening lines sucked when he was tired, ok?

Okay so maybe he shouldn't have just shouted out at her like that, considering who they were and what they did and how most of them had fears of some kind...ya, it probably hadn't been his smartest plan ever, but he was tired damnit, and being sleep deprived was a fine excuse for poor judgement and decision making. So of course, she whirled on him, and he was sort of prepared for the usual woman style berating, which was second only to woman style nagging in Annoyance to Finn Tolerance levels.

But then instead she just sort of...stared at him? So of course he stared back, but with a lifted eyebrow and a 'well okay then' sort of expression on his face, though the staring contest was fairly short lived as her expression broke and she took some steps towards him. making Finn drop his own gaze slightly and shift on his feet awkwardly when she spoke, her opening line somehow being worse then his wow.

Wow.

"Right. Ah ha....ya." He frowned at her, about ready to just walk past her and down a different hallway to leave her to her thing when she just kept going.

"Curfew? No theres no curfew that I know of." Unless that was a thing now with the power off, but if it was, he hadn't gotten the memo. "You're fine just..." Woah what was she doing with her face? Was she....ya she was giving him the cute face. Finn felt his lips twitch up in a smile, which as always didn't warm his eyes up in the slightest. An almost predatory look, really, though he'd never heard any ladies complain about it before.

Besides it was probably really hard to pull off predatory in an adventure time outfit, anyways.

"Of course, darling. Not that there's much to choose from, but I'm sure I can get you all fixed up. Can't have any pretty little ladies going hungry, after all." He said, his voice going smooth as he decided to turn on the charm. And why not? She seemed like a worthy enough subject.

He strode forward and pushed open the door for her, gesturing to the darkness inside. "Ladies first. Your table awaits."

Finn continued to hold the door open, frowning slightly, just the barest hint of tightness around his eyes and furrowing of the brow, when she spoke. She seemed completely enthralled with the idea of the rooming area being co-ed, and the fact that there wasn't a curfew. How old was she? He'd assumed that she might be in her teens, but at least an adult. She spoke like she was still in highschool, however, and that took him aback a bit.

"Scareling?" He echoed, but already Trynt was letting out a raspy chuckle in his mind.

< What you human's would call children. Scarelings are young. Nearly babies. >

"Uhhhhh, Trynt says it's like a baby....." He actually wasn't even sure she was asking him, honestly, but as she had said it out loud he could only assume, right?

Anyways that was besides the point. She was giggling again and trying to act cute, possibly even flirtatious from what he could tell. He still wasn't comfortable with the thought that she might be younger then his first impression had given him hope for, but he could work out her age in due course.

"Well no, the power is out." He thought that much had been, you know, obvious, but he let out a chuckle rather than let any annoyance show through. "But this might do."

He then summoned his lance to hand, with all of it's glowing rune glory, it's light enough to emit a soft pink glow on table tops and chairs. "How's that, darling?"

< No, not cute at all. Ferocious. Yes. I was likely the most frightening and ferocious of all scarelings.....>

It was clear that Trynt was going to go on a tangent about a past that he couldn't even remember and could only make up, his growling rasp cutting through Finn's head and making the moon hunter let out a loud, exasperated sigh, one that was most definitely not intended for his current company but might be taken that way.

Trynt. TRYNT. Shut up for the love of......

< Fine, fine.> The wyvern grumbled at him unhappily, though the sudden and strong feeling of discontent that followed was enough to make Finn grit his teeth for just a moment.

And then his attention was abruptly pulled back to the girl when he noticed that she hadn't actually taken any steps further into the cafeteria and he was still just standing there propping the door open while she stood just inside and beamed at him, her small story about her awakening lost in a sea of Trynt's snarls.

Smiling back down at her in much the same way as before, he took a step away from the door and let it swing closed, leaving them both in further darkness but awash in a light, pink glow from the lance held in his hand.

"I'm glad you approve." He replied, before casting a sharp thought to Trynt. What do you know, you can be useful for something. A flashlight. Got any fancy Halloween names for that? Scarelight maybe?

He was pretty sure whatever Trynt answered with was not in any language he'd ever heard before, and that it was not at all kind, either. Whatever.

The girl was getting a little closer to him now in that warm, possibly romantic light, and he shifted his stance slightly, mentally assessing the situation. It seemed all fairly harmless for now, however, and he could certainly keep it that way until further notice. He wasn't here to strip anyone of their innocence, after all.

His smile was a flash of teeth in that dimly lit room. "Do you indeed? I'm rather partial to them myself. I'm Finn, the human. It's a pleasure to meet you Abbi."

Might as well play it up a bit.

He was okay with her just giggling at him in response. It was the type of response he preferred, most of the time. It was a sound that he associated with easy prey, often with women who were too vapid to bring much to the table themselves. It wasn't always the case, and there were some who were actually quite intellectual, quite exciting, but they all still had one thing in common.

They wanted somebody who could control them, somebody to manipulate them. They might have denied it, but it was what they needed, why they kept going back to the same type of men over and over. For some it made them feel safe, to be under that rigid control. For others, it was just that they were so eager to please. At least, that was his experience in the matter. All it really boiled down to was that giggling was okay, because giggling he could work with. He was tired of all of these miss independent I-am-woman-hear-me-roar types. For just a moment, it was great to feel like he was the one running the show again, without any opposition to that fact.

He began to follow her into that dimly lit room, only to halt when she turned on him, holding up a hand and letting out a light laugh of his own. "As much as I wish that was true, I don't think Trynt appreciates being called a dog." And indeed, the wyvern was letting out a low snarl through his head even as he said it.

< A dog? A dog?? She dares to call me nothing more then a mutt? I will destroy her! Attack! >

Trynt it was just meant as a joke. Relax.

"He actually is...or at least, was? A wyvern. A fact that he likes to make abundantly clear as often as possible." He reached up to tap a finger against the side of his hatted head, and smiled some more. "Flame Princess, hey? So misunderstood. Not evil, just passionate."

When she actually tried to mimic fire with her hair though, his smile slipped away. There was no way this girl was over 18. No way in hell.

Coughing into his hand, he began to move further into the room. "All right, lets get you something to eat there darling."

Finn barked out a laugh. "Not my real name? What makes you so sure of that? Do I look like I would fit another name better?" He was mostly teasing her, but his voice had taken on a rougher edge as he moved closer to where the food could be acquired. There was nobody their to hand it out, but he was sure he could just slip into the kitchen and grab something out of the fridge, providing it wasn't locked up for the night.

Suddenly Trynt's outraged snarls filled his head and he had to actually stop walking just to try and concentrate on soothing his weapon. She didn't call you a dragon, she said dragon-y. Dude, you are dragon-y don't even give me that. Stop getting your tail all in a knot over it.

"Dragon is actually worse then dog." He said to her. "But don't worry about it. He gets riled up about just about anything." and as for the evil comment...

"Exactly. But the flame princess was fairly misunderstood was she not?" He turned back towards her, the glowing runes of his weapon sweeping around with him and illuminating different parts of the room as he did so.

And then he realized she seemed...different. Already he had managed to extinguish the joyful, girlish light she had started out with when first meeting him. He didnt' feel badly about it. In fact, he didn't really feel much of anything except that he needed to be cautious.

"So, you said you were new. Did you just wake up recently? It can be pretty disorienting, from what I remember."

There, he was making light conversation. He wasn't even trying to be insulting for a change.

Oh no she did not just dis the hat. Actually she really hadn't dissed it, but Finn still leveled a stare at her nevertheless. "I really like this hat. I really like Adventure Time. And yes, my name really is Finn." With a sigh, he reached up to pull his hat off of his had, revealing in it's wake long and glorious blonde hair, very disheveled, multi tonal brown hair that some how looked stylish even though he'd probably cringe if he looked in the mirror.

"Finn Connor." He said, pressing his lips together now, and fighting the temptation to pull the hat back over his head by instead tucking as much of it as he could into a back pocket of his jeans. As for apologies to his weapon went... "I can, but I shouldn't bother. He'll just get offended again over something else you do. Don't worry though, he does it to everyone."

God she had that cute and innocent act down so hard it actually made Finn soften a bit in response. "Okay actually it's fine, he says mistakes happen. Weird, he actually seems to be okay now. He must like you." There, surely that would get her to stop looking so distressed.

< Lies! Lies! How dare you! I do not like her, or you, or anybody. >

Ya well, too bad you won't get a chance to tell her that yourself now, isn't it? He actually smirked as he thought the words, which might have looked a bit strange to Abbi if she was paying attention to his face all that closely.

Going behind the counters to open up doors and rummage around, it occurred to Finn that the MRE's weren't likely to need to be stored in the fridge, and instead just started opening cupboards until he found them.

"Nope, not new. I'm still a trainee, but been here just about two months now I guess." Aha! There they were. Disgusting...but he was a little hungry. Smoking could only take the edge off of needing to eat for so long.

"Well, I can't say that you came at a great time." He pulled two of the packages out, and then turned back towards her, tossing one in her general direction.

"Enjoy."