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Ahh I'm a sucker for the clipping tools. I should try it out though! Any new program to me has potential.

Also, I should be posting tomorrow! I'm about halfway through my post but I'm still a little sick this week so I've been slacking a bit, unfortunately. I wanted to tap in and give you a notice!

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0: oh, what is Krita?? I don't think I've heard of that before. Ctrl+Z is my lifesaver! Plus the free transform tool. I'm so spoiled with it.

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The blasted summer cold! Aw, well feel better nonetheless!

I'm good! It's been a good weekend, thanks!

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Finn's thumbs hooked under the waist of his pants, his stance shifting from loose casualty into a stiffening challenge. He could stand living under a priest's roof, wading through his patience as they talked about his sins and misdeeds, he could even stomach the idea of sitting through hours of a personal sermon and bible passages. At least it was the kind of content his mind could roll around in that red head of his, but being prim and proper just wasn't in his nature. Like a petulant child, Finn's brows slumped, his lips pursed and with a cock of his head he was already at it, bright and early.

"Think highly of myself? Huh," two broad shoulders widened if at all possible, and he stared the little priest down like some sort of sly fox to a rabbit. "And here I am, standing higher than you. You can get me to listen to your Christ stories all day long but it don't mean you're gonna get me to do a song and dance 'bout it when they come checking up on me." An otherwise aggressive statement came as natural as any other thing that came out of his mouth. A loose shrug of his shoulders, quirk of his light brows and he seemed to finish the honest blurb.

"'Sides, you were the one who didn't want me as dirty like a grub no more. You want me to look nice? Ain't gonna happen wearin' the same clothes they wrangled me down in." Finn tossed a quick glance over his shoulder, already having rounded back down the stairs, feet clomping down against the hardwood with each step. "Oh, 'n that's a mighty fine way you have your hair, thought I might add."

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Oh no! Hope you get better quickly! Rest well, no rush!

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The night came and went as a deep sea of unconsciousness and rest to where Finn hadn't woken once. Tossed and turned perhaps, but as soon as his ginger lashes had shut he was gone in a separate world. Sleep was something to be celebrated, especially now that he had a bed and a few thick sheets to keep him warm, something he would miss in secret when he was on his own again and terrorizing towns like his recent glory days. That was if his crew hadn't deserted him for good. It was an annoyance that would come morning and would welcome every sort of plan for rebuke by Finn should he have any inclination that his former team left for good. For now, he was occupied lest a gun-bearing team of wicked angels come to his aid.

But by the first crack of morning light Finn was awake as could be, regrettably recharged for Eli and regrettably gunless for Finn. He groaned audibly as soon as the reality sunk in, but was quick to shake off the begrudged attitude in search of better pleasures: namely food. All while Eli slept did he mosey about, familiarizing himself here and there again now that the light was fresh, and he'd even gotten his hands on a washbasin to clear off what grime had clung onto him and worsened overnight. Satisfactory enough to Eli, the redhead could only assume, he'd even taken it upon himself to dunk his hair as a finality. It wasn't swimming in the cool waters of a lake, or a steaming bath, but it'd do. Hearing the ceiling creak and groan, Finn could only assume his most unfortunate priest to have woken for good, and judging by the hasty banging of feet he knew that Eli must already be spooked. In a meandering pace, Finn climbed the stairs, clad only in pants and yet mannerly better than just undergarments, then meeting Eli in all of his bed head glory.

"Miss me so bad you had ta jump right outta bed for me?" The wicked grin made a full comeback that morning. His bare back rest against the corner where the wall met the top of the stairs, rolling against his back like an animal scratching upon a post. Two long arms crossed themselves lazily over a speckled chest, not the most proper stance, albeit a clean one.

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Hehe, Eli's going to develop a stress ulcer! Hope you've been well (:

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Oh gosh I don't watch enough anime to know! I did recognize a few of those though and I think I've seen paprika? Cowboy bebop comes on late at night on tv, I would put it on sometimes while I drew! It was always cute!

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"I've bundled up in haystacks and chicken coops. I think a bed's a mighty fine luxury." Finn double-stepped the stairs in suit of Eli, and with a pair of long legs it didn't take hurrying to get to the top any slower than his new guardian. He stood at the doorway of the room offered, top bare and his trousers close to the same fate with how he'd already started on their too buttons, only to be reprimanded by the flighty priest for something he wasn't entirely sure. Surely it wasn't anything Eli hadn't seen before! He wasn't a lady of demure, clearly! But he may as well be with how he scurried away at the sight. All red in the face, tight lipped and dangerously funny to Finn. Still, he couldn't be bothered to mock the one of many scoldings to come, too exhausted from his adventures to really mind the man or his manners.

Finn them pivoted with a patronizing grin, lips pursed at an awkward upturn and his washed-out brows pinching his speckled forehead. "And not tyin' me up? Not even to the bedrail?" He tsk'd, loudly, a reprimanding click of his tongue sounding before he allowed himself into the room and already attempting to shed what was left of his low ridden pants. Everything on his person had been robbed from him; his gun, his blade and the few dollars he kept stashed away in one of his boots were all stripped away. Granted, the money hasn't exactly been earned in the traditional sense, but money was money and it was a few bucks above nothing. So, there really wasn't all that much to him now, and with a defeated huff the redhead collapsed onto the modest bed, back-first like a corpse to a coffin. "Dunno if that's just bein' polite, stupid, or brave. No offense." Then, an unexpected yawn rolled through him, his burning eyelids made peace by closing finally. Sleepily, he mumbled the last Words of goodnight: "When I'm gone away reali far, I'll be sure to talk 'bout you."

And quicker than a candle gone cold in a windstorm, Finn was out like the same flame. His body slumped happily into the thick padding of the bed and he hadn't even managed to draw up his feet before dozing in the same position as he first laid. Dreams were seldom if at all, nothing but an oblivion of black and the promise of a restful sleep. No thoughts whatsoever- no gallows, no Judge or jury. Not even the little priest stationed in the next room over. Nothing but black.

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Ugh I know how you feel I've been waking up way earlier than normal suddenly. I think it's all the jet lag still. Too hot to walk during the day but tomorrow I might finally swim the first time this summer!
Oh and what shows? :D