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꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙ Finn was walking to his room after hanging out with Shrimpo. They started talking and hanging out some time ago, he didn't remember exactly when. He'd even began to..really like the angry little shrimp.
He felt the smile slowly bleed from his face as he sighed. He wished he could stay happy even after he was done hanging out with the other toons⎯no, he wished he could stay happy even while being with them.
He frowned slightly as he opened the door to his room. It was messy and there were dirty clothes in a pile at the corner of his room.
He wished he had motivation to clean it again. Shrimpo used to come over before, which gave the fish-bowl motivation. But Finn started making excuses on why he didn't want the small shrimp over, or why he didn't have time.
He didn't have anything in him to muster up a real reason to clean his room. He should just want to, though. Why couldn't he? He sighed, closing his door behind him, locking it while at it.
He went to his nightstand and stared at it for a moment, thinking whether he should follow through or not. He'd felt so terribly crappy these past. . .at least 7 months or so. He decided he needed to set a time, he just wasn't sure how long. Maybe a week from today. Yes! that was a good amount of time. Not too long, not too short. Then he'd be able to get his last memories, hopefully good ones, in with his favorite toons.
Finn opened his nightstand and grabbed a small, thin metal piece out of the drawer. He slid down his comfy joggers sweatpants he decided to wear today and took a deep breath. He brought the small, thin piece of metal to his thigh, pressed down, and quickly swiped across his flesh with pressure. He let out a small hiss at the sudden sensation. It felt amazing and it took some of the internal pressure off of him. He had cut pretty deep this time. Ichor was trickling down his leg and he reached for a tissue, wiping away the stream. He has scars all over both thighs, differing ages, size, and shades. His hands never shook as he did all of this, not even as he put more pressure than needed. He gasped quietly and watched as the ichor started to fill the deep cut, his eyes wide. "Oh my- Oh no. ." Finn watched the gaping cut in awe for a moment. How would he do a run like this? He couldn't! He grabbed more tissues and pressed them firmly onto the gash, the tissues quickly soaking up with ichor. "I can't believe I let myself go that far.. Dammit." He hadn't gone this deep, ever. -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / ..-. .- .-.. .-.. . -. / - --- --- / -.. . . .--. .-.-.-
Once the bleeding stopped, he put a small amount of bandage around his leg so it wouldn't get infected. He thought about eating, but he didn't feel like dealing with other toons. Plus, he wasn't even hungry. Finn decided to crawl into bed and sleep, though his mind was racing with thoughts, he thought until he couldn't.
⸺Shrimpo had felt like something had been off with Finn these past few times they've hung out. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, his puns weren't as occurring per usual, and his usual spunk didn't seem to shine like it usually had. He didn't usually think about how others were feeling, but this was really noticeable. He knew they had just hung out, but he thought he should maybe go check on the fish-bowl in a bit. He walked to his own room and stared at Finn's room for a moment. The door looked locked, hm, he wondered what he could be doing for his door to be locked. He shook his head and walked into his own bedroom. Finn could be doing anything, so he shouldn't get in his business. He looked at his mostly clean room and sat on his bed. Maybe Finn would want to hang out again soon. He really did enjoy hanging out with the fish-lover. They seemed to click better, and Finn even got him. He understood what it was like to overthink things. He got butterflies in his stomach every time Finn gave a true smile, or let out his snorty laugh. It made things worth living for.
⸺When the morning rose up, so did Finn. He slowly woke with a groggy feeling. He slid the blankets off of him, and when he looked down.. He noticed that his big cut bled through his pants! Ugh. Maybe he just needed to go shower. The fish-man sat up and got out of the bed. He got some new clothes, put the cork in his head, unlocked his door, and peeked out. Phew, the coast was clearer than the Rotomairewhenua lake! He quickly and slyly made his way to the bathroom closest to his room. He made sure no one was in there and occupied the washroom. Finn undressed and stared down at his ugly, scarred body. -- -.-- / -... --- -.. -.-- / .. ... / -. --- / - . -- .--. .-.. . .-.-.-
He started the shower's hot water and watched as it slowly started to steam as it heated up. He stepped inside of the boil-like water and sighed as it hit his skin. He adjusted the temperature a little and started his routine. It was the same every time: Firstly, he'd grab his special soap bar and lather it between his hands, watching the soap sud up; washing his entire body. Secondly, he would grab a special wash for his glass head⎯that Dandy had made for him⎯and wash his entire head, all around. Thirdly, he'd carefully wash his fresh cuts, making sure they didn't bust back open. It sure did sting, especially with the deeper one, but he just dealt with it.
Once he got out, he dried himself off and cleaned up the bathroom like he'd never been there.
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Finn silently traveled back to his room. He looked at the messy room he basically lived in nowadays. He decided he might as well clean it before he goes. He wouldn't want toons to see the bad parts of him when he went.
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So Finn started cleaning. First, the dirty clothes in the pile and scattered around. Second, the dirty dishes on his nightstand and near his bed. Third, the disorganization, he organized everything in his room with an exception of the things he had hidden. Finally he had a cleansed room. It felt.... Better. Breathable.
He actually felt a bit better, he always got these small moments he would feel a little better. Then it would just get snatched away quicker than an eagle could catch a fish. He did need to eat something so he didn't pass out on a run, or while trying to talk to someone.
He sighed disparagingly and opened his room door.
He looked down a little and seen... Shrimpo?!?! What was he doing here? He looked like he was about to knock on the door.
Shrimpo looked shocked that Finn had opened up. He looked almost guilty, like he'd gotten caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.
". . .Shrimpo.. Uh, what are you.. doin' here?" Finn tried to make his expression cheery, but failed to.
That didn't go unnoticed by Shrimpo, though. "IIII, was coming to uhhh. I WAS COMING TO SEE IF YOU WANTED TO HANG OUT AGAIN." Shrimpo said a bit louder than intended. Hell, everytoon might've heard him!
"Oh! Sure. Cmon in! My room this time." Finn smiled at the short shrimp, genuinely this time.
"Oh uh, actually. . . I wanted to see if you'd like to.. Come to my room this time. I had some stuff planned." Shrimpo was much calmer this time, flashing a small smile at the fish-bowl.
"I'd.. Cod would I love to!" Finn let out a small tinkle of a laugh.
Shrimpo melted at the sound. Of both the laugh and the pun. Oh how he missed it.. He missed that damn smile, he missed the laugh.. He missed those stupid puns. "Then cmon! Idiot." Shrimpo grabbed Finn's hand and brought him to the short distance of his room.