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Merrin watched Finch skate in. He inhaled slightly. This place was full of pretty people.

Merrin cleared his throat a bit. “Hey. What’s your name?”

fOLdAbLe

“Merrin,” He said, straightening out his easel thing with one hand and running the other through his hair.

NiCe

Merrin noddEd, jiggling his knee. “Yeah. This is an odd place.”

Merrin kept glancing at Finch’s face. Gosh, why was he so flipping pretty?

meep?

Merrin chuckled a bit. “I think you’re right. So...wanna sit?,” He said, gesturing to the seat next to him.

ahh rOaCh iSsUeS

“of course. Mostly drawing things, though,” Merrin answered. His eyes flicked up to meet Finch’s.

Merrin looked back down at his paper.

man I must leave

farewell