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Finn didn't spend a lot of time in his room. A room was generally, in his opinion, a place to sleep (and he didn't sleep well or much) or a place to do things in private that other people might not wish to see (though if they wanted to they only had but to ask). In any case, it was lucky for Noemi that on this particular day, Finn did just so happen to be in his room.

He had been out patrolling earlier, had tripped and fallen, had gotten unacceptably dirty, and had now come back to get himself changed into something clean. Of course, once his shirt was off, and he had gone to his dresser to get a new one, he got distracted momentarily by the pack of cigarettes nestled in a nest of his clothing, and stopped to pull one out, placing it between his lips, lighting it up, and taking a deep drag.

And that's when somebody knocked on the door.

Letting out a sigh of smoke, the moon intermediate turned away from his dresser, and still shirtless with scars across his rib cage on display , strode across the room, stopping only to swing the door open wide, the cigarette still dangling from his lips, his cold brown eyes flicking up and down at the woman who stood on the other side.

"........I'm sorry. Should I check my phone and see if I missed a text for a booty call?"

He made no motion to check for his phone, just gave the woman raised eyebrows instead.

God she was dense. But cute enough to make up for it.

Sort of.

Finn took a long drag of his cigarette, reaching up to take it from between his lips with two fingers, and letting that hand drop down as he turned his head to the side and exhaled.

"It's when you drop your pants, bend over, and I give you a healthy dose of my vitamin D, darling."

And if that didn't send her running for the hills.....

"Do I look busy?" He raised his eyebrows at her, gesturing to either side with his hands before letting both drop to his sides, his cigarette ashing on the floor in the process, which spurred a muttered curse out of the moon intermediate, who dropped his gaze to frown at the "mess".

She really wasn't very quick, and while she was busy stammering out a reply, Finn had already turned away from his door frame, taking another long inhale from his cigarette and this time ashing it in a whiskey bottle sitting on the window ledge, before grabbing some Kleenex to wipe up the mess he'd already made on the floor.

And then she finally caught on to his insinuation, and he cast her a wicked grin before bending over to wipe up the ashes on his floor.

"Was I?" He asked, in a fairly mild and innocent tone, mostly to mess with her more before he straightened up, eye narrowing at her when she came to telling him why she was even there to begin with.

And it wasn't nearly as fun as he had mildly hoped for.

"What's in it for me?" He asked, crumpling up the tissue in his hand and tossing it in the waste bin nearby, before he looked back at her, his mouth curling into a grin once more. "How about this. I'll do it...for a date."

Too easy. She was way too easy to mess with. It was almost enough to make Finn bad for doing it....

....Ha. Ya right.

Still smiling in that cold yet somewhat pleasant manner, Finn gave his head a small shake.

"Who said the date would be with me?"

Finn frowned a little, reaching up to run a free hand through his hair before saying, in a clipped tone. "Stop. Apologizing. For everything." It was annoying, even more obnoxious then her slip into a language he couldn't understand.

At her question, however, he smirked. "Well, you see, I have this friend that....well how can I put it mildly. He's becoming a horribly unsociable, irritable, pathetic little recluse. He needs to get out and meet people, and I told him if he didn't, I would be setting him up on a series of blind dates."

Each one more horrible then the last. He told himself, leaving that part out of the conversation, of course.

"So, what do you say, cupcake? Do we have a deal?"

Dear sweet ******** lord what had he gotten himself into? Still, he kept up the pleasantries, didn't stop smiling though with how emotionless his gaze was it was almost pointless. She was so incredibly timid and just plain awkward, with absolutely no hope of him getting anything worthwhile from her in return for his services.

Except a date for Jack, which would if nothing else be very amusing for Finn, so he guessed she was somewhat worth the bother.

"Deal." He ignored her hand and turned around to get a shirt, pulling a plain black T out of his drawer and slipping it on before sliding his feet into a pair of worn out looking sneakers.

He wasn't wearing his nice expensive clothing to help move stuff.

turning back to the door, he snuck past the girl to get into the hallway, closing his door behind him.

"Lead the way, sweetheart."

He waited until she caught up to him (not mentally though he was pretty sure that was impossible), and followed along beside her as she led him to wherever they were going to get this furniture that she needed, not at all keen to be lugging heavy s**t around, especially to or in the basement, but hoping that the cost was worth the reward.

He wasn't looking for small talk, but he figured it was too much to hope that she would keep quiet. He could be amicable though, or at least, pretend to be.

"I'm not a hunter yet, darling, but I've been here for almost a year now." He answered, before continuing on. "Of course I don't. I didn't have this ******** eye patch before I got here." He didn't sound upset when he said it, his tone not really giving away anything at all.

And then she just had to go and use the "F" word. Why did everybody seem to think that about him recently? He helped when he thought that he might get something out of it for himself, that was all! In this case, amusement, which was hard to come by in a place like this.

"You say that now, but you haven't met your date yet." He smiled, that cold, dead smile of his, before turning away from her, stepping a little faster in hopes of it speeding things along.