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Finn was no stranger to fighting. He'd formulated a number of strategies during times of danger and when quick thinking was a matter of living or being sent under the ground. It was a particular way of living when a man got his kicks out of a fresh face to scrap and fresh pair of fists along with it. Bar fights weren't untypical for him either - In fact it was a prime place to scratch the itch of adventure. Adrenaline, along with alcohol, was not a particularly good mix. Had Eli let him have his way, he'd show the tiny priest just exactly how skilled he was at a clean shot. Had the damn judge not ordered his gun to be confiscated, he would have anyway.

"Suppose I have. It does you good to know. But I scrap 'cause I enjoy doin' it." Finn didn't seem bothered. Personal questions were a foreign concept to him, quite possibly one of the noisiest men Eli would have to deal with. For a criminal, honesty about his own experiences seemed to be as genuine as they came. No question has yet to cross him; a life on the run with little to no money made a dishonest man honest in the strangest of ways. Be it loneliness or temporary acquaintances, he felt no need to lie about his own person.

"I wouldn't say hard. Wouldn't trade it for any other life there is out there. I get fed 'nough," he emphasized by waggling the half eaten fruit, "Work and rest on my own terms. No one gets to tell me who I am and who I ain't. I met men that make me look like one of your saints, if you can believe that. Never stole from family though, and one day when I'm out there again I'll strike it big somewhere and they won't have to work a day in their lives. They're sorry 'bout me now but they'll see."

It was a dream, and quite possibly the only kind of promise to another human being he'd keep. If a life of luxury meant settlement then he wanted no part. One day would be a lucky one and Finn would pass on the riches just to keep the glory of the steal. He just... needed to play his cards right and slip by both the law and the eyes of God by this point. Which, on the topic of God, it didn't seem as though Finn had ever had a proper confession in all of his waggish life. When he realized this, he pulled a puzzled face.

"Don't think I ever did confess before and I don't suppose I know what happens either."

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Hahaha I feel ya. I am the worst test taker tbh.
I love drawing characters from my roleplays typically or character designing in general. Wait, do you at all? :)

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Yeah! We actually missed our connecting flight so we're a bit delayed but that's okay. Nothing too rough. And eugh exams. Hope it went well for you.

And yeah! I won't have my tablet for a good while but sketchbooks suffice. If I get anything worthy of uploading I'll totally show you!

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Italy! We are having some minor flight issues though so it looks like I'll be overnighting in the airport until flying out tomorrow sometime. Funny enough it's Massachusetts :'D. It's gonna be a long night haha but maybe I can get some sketching in. Hope you're doing well by the way!!

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There is a drought in California going on if I'm correct. I don't exactly know how it's affecting Arizona at the moment (which is probably something I should be paying closer attention to. Woops!) But I haven't heard of much trouble here. I'm sure like everywhere else it's best to conserve water and whatnot but since you mentioned it I can only cross my fingers that the whole CA issues get better. And we have plenty of gardens!...Rock gardens... Haha! I'm sure it's gorgeous where you are though. Pretty flowers and trees? That sounds like a treat, honestly.

Also - sorry for the delayed post. Long day today. Tomorrow I'll be going on a trip and so I might be slow tomorrow as well. I'm going out of the country but I don't see any reason why anything would interfere with internet access and whatnot. But I thought I'd mention it instead of not at all. :)

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The poor priest didn't seem capable of hurting a fly, accident or not. Finn didn't bother even attempting to pick a fight seeing as Eli would probably break in half at the slightest shove. Maybe a life of prayer and modesty did suit some people best, considering he couldn't imagine the man in a laborious profession spent under a harsh sun nor as a hardened man such as his judge nor the men who'd finally succeeded in his capture. No, the priesthood was becoming of a man his stature and demeanor out of any other man he'd met in his life. And Finn had met many on his path. Which made it all the more pathetic to imagine himself harming Eli in any way other than a good spook and some nasty language. He was too timid when approached to even bother laying a hand on and the argument about being able to defend himself was as reliable as a bucket full of holes. In fact, it would be downright painful to imagine Eli in the middle of some of the more loathsome men he'd crossed in the past and was lucky enough to slide past with his life. Which was why Finn didn't feel it necessary to hurt a single wispy hair on his head nor did he feel the need to prove his own strength.

“I believe you. I bet you fight your sheets mighty hard when you get all tangled up in 'em in the morning,” Finn snickered and found himself comfortable enough to go snooping in Eli's pantries. It wasn't as though any decent food was offered to him during his week long stay in his cell. Stale bread and dusty water wasn't the most palatable and it wasn't as if he could get his fix off of tobacco behind bars. He was a thin man himself, albeit thicker than Eli in muscle tone and was more on the lithe side than he was skinny. But that didn't mean he couldn't conjure up a wicked appetite when the chance for food presented itself. He sorted past the jellies and breads, dried and salted meats and settled easily on a single peach. He palmed the fruit, rolling it about his hands before jerking out one of the dining chairs and planting himself beside where Eli stood.

“Fighting ain't about just muscle. That's the first thing folks're wrong 'bout.” Finn took a moment to pause and sink his teeth into the fruit like some kind of hungry dog. With his cheeks full and his brow ruffled, swallowing far too much for a single bite, he continued. Finn carried on as though he weren't talking to a priest at all but a mentor to a young pupil. Perhaps Finn got a bit too excited, but how often did he get to brag about his best brawls and ramble to willing ears? “See, if you got a straight shot then you'll survive. Hop'fully. But you've gotta be quick more than anything else. Don't be afraid to take cheap shots – a man's got 'em for a reason.” He then, out of all his grand gestures, motioned to various areas. He pointed to both of his eyes as if to prod them, the heel of his palm hooking upwards against the underside of his nose, and finally a swift but loving pat on his groin followed by a cheeky grin. “Anythin' and everythin' is a weapon if you're creative 'nuff.”

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I'll post a proper OOC and IC soon! Busy day for me. Can't wait to go home and get working on a post (:

Bad's 1x1. M/M, Dark themes, Historical, Fantasy

Bamp before bed.

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Finn stole glances of the kneeling priest. How his head bowed and his hands clasped in prayer as if God Himself was standing over him. His knuckles so white to the point that Finn half expected them to pop clean off of his hands if he hadn't finished his prayer and stood from the hard floor. The man probably did that throughout the day based on his little pattern today. It seemed every time his soul was disturbed he was falling to the ground in hopes that God would rescue him from whatever horrendous plight fell upon him. It was strange to Finn but all the while amusing, and perhaps if he stayed longer than originally intended he could make a game of 'black-and-blue' with the poor priest's knees. Seems that he was off on a good start.

But by now Finn was all smiles. Even a pinch of amused sympathy for the smaller one when he finally stood. He looked terribly exhausted, even more so than a man about to be hanged. With a sun-red face that soon deepened in color, a tired posture and a wavering voice, Finn predicted that Eli would topple over in both frustration, exhaustion and embarrassment at the slightest gust of breeze. He gave Eli the 'once-over' with his eyes in a much less daunting manner, his shoulders jumping once as he exhaled another chuckle and his long arms folded over his chest in a way that showed Eli that if he didn't mean any harm before, he certainly wouldn't now aside from a good laugh. When Eli soon demonstrated all the tell-tale signs of a classic virgin things got much more amusing for the orange-haired fiend.

He threw up his arms at chest level, waving his hands as if to stop Eli in his tracks. With a shake of his head, his thin eyes pinched shut and a tight smile, he couldn't help but withhold the other from burying himself alive in his own fluster. If he expected any company at all or the chance of eating later on it wouldn't be wise to have the man toppling over and unconscious from his lewdness. Not yet, at least. “I'm talkin' about marriage 'n you're lookin' like your soul just jumped out of your body. Well, I'm gonna feel mighty sorry for you when it comes time for me to confess."

The sentiment seemed as honest as it could be for someone like Finn. Pushing himself away from the table and moving past Eli to scout out more of the kitchen, he threw a firm pat against Eli's back. "Boy, it doesn't take much to wind you up. I sure got lucky."

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That sounds amazing holy cow. *_* all that snow I would make a fortress...
Here we get these big dust storms called haboobs and you can barely see anything. Leaves the roads and sidewalks all dusty. Big clouds of dirt and it covers ya whole car. If it floods then that's about as exciting as it gets.

And no problem! I'm enjoying poor flustered Eli.