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           Braun was an entity that was in a WHOLE DIFFERENT category. Every time he saw that vile monster leave marks on something – no, SOMEONE – that Finn considered SACRED, it’s as though he grew territorial, a primal feeling birthed from within that wanted to be released. ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET HIM BECOME ROADKILL? ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET HIM BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM? SHAME ON YOU, FINN. No…he wouldn’t let that happen ; even DEMONS have something they want to protect, and Sami…well, no one got their grimy hands on him without retaliation.

          “Ehm –” and it’s as though that confidence from before just LEFT as quickly as it came. When it came to delivering, Finn had no problem carrying what he had hoisted up his sleeve for so long. But when it was his time to react, he SHRUNK and felt restricted of all movement - even breathing seemed like a difficult task. WHY, THOUGH? Why couldn’t he get over this phase in his life where everything made him so damn BASHFUL? There was a sea of red on his face, one he was trying to desperately shake off. Instead, he avoided eye contact with the Canadian and found the ground rather INTERESTING to look at, a half-assed attempt to rid himself of the blush that refused to exit stage left. “Ehm, I mean…I don’t exactly like'ta go ‘round ‘nd kiss people as a hobby, so I suppose you can fill ‘da blank line with a YES, hm?” it was hard for him NOT to stumble over his words, teeth nipping at his own bottom lip to suppress the smile that wanted to crawl out from within.

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      “C’mon, Finn, don’t pass out on me from embarrassment.”       Voice twinkling with a tone of teasing as he smiled down at him — he knew EXACTLY how to make the other get loose when the air was getting too tense and the question was the trick up his sleeve to do just that. Not everything had to be a stern situation and he wanted to teach Finn ; he always had a strict demeanor about him most of the time, which wasn’t compatible with Sami’s bubbly attitude.

     Then, he let a moment of silence sit calmly around them though part of him wished the silence would envelope them for the rest of the night.   Sami used his free hand to gently tip his chin up.  Taking a moment to look at him  —-  to really digest his features.  He was always so serious, so melancholy and when he was neither of those things he was a bashful, blushy mess.   SO PURE.   Almost always that shyness made him smile even Sami thought there was always something deeper  -—  something just beneath those embers of nerves that screamed a song of longing, saying how he wasn’t used to cheesy affection and needed to bask in MORE to get used to.  It was that almost childlike lament that was always just beneath the surface that drew Sami closer to Finn  —-  that made Sami wish to console him and hold him tight FOREVER.   “You’re adorable, you know that?”

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