A Curse Upon Thee 2-36

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A pitiful pile of orange embers stared back at him from his bedroll, the glow doing almost nothing against the gold glare of morning light already edging over the edge of the world and filtering through the trees. Arms crossed behind his head, blue eyes stared straight up, up, and even higher up; nowhere else…

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Both sets of eyes remained on the crane in the near-silence of the half-empty diner, the perfectly-made piece of origami pristine atop the formica. Finn blinked slow as he stared at it, looking down at his fingers for a second with a frown as deep as any he’d ever worn still on his face. Now…

This town… His fingers tapped out a beat, some half-remembered pop-punk riff, against the hard metal casing that hung dead-center atop his chest. This town is fucking insane, I swear to God.It was one thing that they were on day seven of a kidnapping case — a whole three grueling days into Mary Margaret’s personal…

Artificial cherry and something that smelled just a little bit saltier fought for living space in the back of his nostrils, the alley behind Granny’s Diner putting up its own challenge with decades of fryer oil and burnt coffee. They could war it out all they wanted, but Finn knew which one he was focused…