Merwyn Finwick (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fallasleep) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Whatever it was, sleep deprivation or the waning high, Merwyn found himself bereft of the company that had been swearing alleigance to him last night and aching slightly, cold to his core like only a sleepless night could do. The only cure he could think of for a problem like that was something sweet, chocolate, hot chocolate like a great big hug in a mug that he could take with him and keep for as long as he wanted it. For a change.
The only place to go to get proper chocolate and sweets was Honeydukes. He moved into the shop dressed in jeans from last night, a tshirt three sizes too big for him and someone else's hooded sweatshirt, soft and warm in a way that didn't overheat him. He had round framed shades on like some kind of hippy grunge hipster and his hair, Merlin, it was a good thing he hadn't passed a mirror - he looked like he'd slept the night in a park, which was true apart from the sleeping part. The light of day wasn't hurting his eyes with those shades on, but he couldn't see very well either as he moved from exterior to interior, and besides that, he certainly wasn't watching the floor in case large men were crouched down on it.
He didn't so much trip over Greg as fall completely on top of him, his skinny body flopping across that broad back like someone's rag doll before he fell to the side and ended up in a sprawled puddle next to the shoe-tier. "Crap, sorry!" he exclaimed, trying to get himself together to get himself up. "I didn't see you mate, I'm really sorry!" he apologised, hands up in supplication. "You okay?"