Arts & Crafts & Kisse- Imeanwut (Finn)

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Winter break was officially over and Rue was getting back into gear at U of V, but that didn't stop him from making sure he still managed to have somewhat of a social life.  At least, by social life, he was still making time to see some of his few good friends that he had outside of classes that didn't just come to him when they needed someone to vent to.  Well... Mostly that meant Finn.

It wasn't too terribly cold out today, but there was still snow on the ground, so Rue bundled up and meandered over to his best friend's place, kicking some of the white stuff along the way.  He was smiling faintly; the last time he'd seen the other boy, he'd risked a peck on the cheek, and as far as he could tell, it hadn't gone as badly as it could have.  That gave him some confidence.

He reached the building after a while and knocked quietly before letting himself in.  Rue came over often enough, he felt comfortable doing that much.  When he didn't immediately see Finn, he frowned and wandered to his room, only to find the guy on the floor, surrounded by craft materials.

".... What's going on in here?" he asked lightly with an amused smile.  "It looks like a craft store exploded in your room."

[Finn Eogeum]

Finn's mood had definitely been on the rise recently, which he was almost proud to say, if he had much say in it. He was still brought down a little by something that had happened a couple weeks ago, but... history is the past, time are changing, blah blah blah... it didn't matter now. However, for the brutally honest person Finn sometimes was, it was a little difficult not to blab. All the same, he was fine now.

So he'd been focusing his thoughts on other things instead - things being art. Art was amazing, and he needed to do more of it, if he was ever going to get this degree, so he was working on... stuff. Was it art? Yes. Was it relevant art? ...not really. Tomayto, tomahto, whatever.

He had also been thinking about kissing. Specifically, cheek kissing. From a specific person. He was a little befuddled by it, but he smiled and giggled every time it came to mind, so he gathered that it wasn't a bad thing. It was only friendly, right? Friends kissed each other on the cheeks, right?

The (brighter) saturator glanced up when Rue appeared, and grinned, "Well, it kinda did." He explained, going back to sewing his fabrics together, "I went to the craft store and got loads of stuff." He looked back up, bright eyed, "I have lots of ideas." He said, still smiling. He was struggling to focus on both Rue and the penguin he was making, so he started roughly clearing some space so Rue could sit, or something. "I bought a sewing pattern on Etsy; it was adorable and I needed it." He pushed the picture forward, "See?!" Yes, he was excited.

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Rue was really, really happy that Finn seemed consistently happier these days. Of course, he knew the bad stuff could roll in again at any moment, and he kept on the lookout for signs of that, but so far Finn seemed to be going through a bright patch. Rue wondered if he was on some new medication or something that was helping; if so, he really hoped it continued to do so.

It made him think maybe he could risk more touching today, if Finn seemed to still be doing well. He didn’t quite know what these feelings were that were starting to slowly stir when he was around his friend, but… He had an inkling. And it worried him, considering who it was he was feeling them for. Surely they would always be just friends…. Maybe…

Dammit. He needed to stop thinking about this stuff before he ruined his friendship with his best friend. Besides, Finn knew about what had happened with him and Phoenix… Rue doubted he wanted anything to do with him in that way.

“I can tell,” he chuckled, making his way (carefully) around the supplies so as not to mess anything up. “Too many ideas and not enough time, right?” That always seemed to be the case, although Rue had been lacking in what little creativity he had lately. The winter-time often put a damper on his mood; he was pretty certain he was suffering from S.A.D. Nevertheless, being around Finn seemed to brighten him up a bit, and he sat down when his friend cleared a spot for him. “That is pretty damn adorable,” he agreed with a good-natured smile. “I’m sure yours will look just as good, if not better, than that one.” Tentatively, Rue tried putting a light hand on Finn’s knee, for a brief moment. “How has your day been?” he asked. “Is Vicky out with Coco or something?”

[Finn Eogeum]

It was probably helping that Finn was actually taking his medication over anything else. It wasn't perfect, but, from what Vicky told him (he couldn't always judge his own behaviour), his manic periods seemed less reckless, and his depressive states were... better. So it was kind of evening out. He still didn't like taking drugs though. He just did it because he was scared to hurt people.

Finn considered Rue a strong friend - his best friend. He had other people, but some of them wouldn't talk to him all the time for reasons, and some tried to be around Finn more, but he knew he could be a pain sometimes. It was how things were. Now that he wasn't so bad, thanks to the Seroquel XR, now with the Lamictal, which seemed to be helping more than hindering. Maybe it would be easier to stick around people now.

"Exactly." Finn grinned. He liked it when he felt creative again. He could do so much, there were so many possibilities... "Mine will be amazing and when it's done, I'll give it to you." He smiled at his friend, before getting back to work, "And then I'll make another for me, with different colours." Matching penguins were necessary.

The hand made his nerves spasm a little and he jolted, freezing and looking at it like it was such an alien object. He slowly relaxed, though. "My... day?" He thought for a moment, "Well... it's been good." He felt more normal, it made him even happier to be able to say something like that and for it to have full meaning. He nodded, "Yeah, he kept running all over my things so she decided to walk him about. Apparently she was gonna meet this guy too, I dunno..." He'd heard what his sister had said, he just hadn't taken it into account, really.

Finn thought for a moment, "What... what about you?" He asked, "I don't ask that as much as I should." He added, in a mutter. It was something he realised, but sometimes, focusing on yourself took general priority. "Anything interesting going on?"

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Rue didn’t like the fact that Finn had to take medication, but he knew that that medicine that he took for his own depression seemed to help him quite a bit, so he figured if the pros outweighed the cons, it was worth it. Maybe someday they would both get better enough to not have to take them… But he wasn’t sure.

“I think I need to steal some of your creativity so I can make something too,” he chuckled, settling down more. Rue blinked and looked at his friend as he spoke, touched by his selflessness. “You don’t have to,” he insisted. “But… I will cherish it if you do.” He smiled, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek again. “They can have play dates together. Penguin pals.” Finn had a way of bringing the childish side out of Rue, despite there not being much there to begin with.

Rue flinched at Finn’s reaction to his touch, hesitating momentarily to see if he needed to pull away. But his friend seemed to relax, and Rue did too, breathing a silent sigh of relief. Still, he retracted it a few moments later, not saying anything about the incident. “That’s good,” he replied, smiling again. “It’s good to see you smiling.” He laughed as his friend spoke about Coco. “I wish I could have Coco’s energy too, then I would get a lot more done,” he mused. When Finn mentioned his sister seeing someone, though, a tiny jealous flare lit up in Rue’s chest that he quickly extinguished. He didn’t need to get started on that too. “Maybe I’ll still be here when she gets back, and we can show off the penguins together,” he grinned, hiding his momentary lapse.

“Hm?” Rue thought back about his so far uneventful day. “Ah, let’s see…. I just worked on some readings for class, that was about it.” He shook his head at Finn’s muttering. “It’s okay, I don’t come over as often as I would like to during the term anyway, so I just thought it would be good to see you.” He shifted a little closer to his friend. “I’m afraid my life isn’t all that interesting at the moment,” Rue added a bit wryly. Well, there was that whole thing with Jackson going on, but…. Rue didn’t think he wanted to tell Finn about that. Not yet. “So, uh… Should I sit back and watch you do this thing, or do you need any help?” he offered.

[Finn Eogeum]

Finn wasn't coming off his medication. Ever. He'd made it into a kind of fact of life - the sky was blue, grass was green, roses were red and Finn was on medication. That would never change, probably. The only reason it did was because Finn purposefully avoided taking it sometimes, which ended badly for himself over most others.

Making things was fun! Creativity felt like a fundamental part of human existence, so bringing your imagination to life was, like, whoa~ "You should. Just do it. Your life will be better." Finn liked his own logic. It was just obvious stuff. He shrugged, "I want to." And then pouted, "Not an it! This penguin's..." He looked at the half finished thing, "...a she." He determined, "You'll cherish her." It wasn't an order, he was just correcting the other man. Finn giggled, "Penguin pals~" He echoed. And play dates~

It was easier to recover from being touched by Rue that most others. Finn trusted him a lot, so it was easier to ignore or sometimes not even feel the discomfort when he was involved. He felt a little sheepish as Rue spoke, and giggled again, "It's good to be smiling. I don't like bringing people down with me." He knew it happened when he was struggling - other people would be affected too. It sucked.

"Coco's bonkers - you have his energy, you'd get distracted every six seconds." Finn shook his head, "That rascal is a handful sometimes." But Finn still loved him. Coco was his baby. And Vicky's. His older sister probably did sixty percent of the doggy care, a little more that Finn, considering Finn's occasional times of incapability. She'd said she had been looking forward to going out to not do anything for a while. Worried about her future and all that. "Maybe," Finn speculated, "That would be nice." He wanted to keep Rue here as long as possible. He was good company.

"Bleh," Working sucked. A lot of the work Finn did, thankfully, was practical, which was what he was better at by miles over theory, but he just about managed to get through the reading-learning-factoid parts, with help from others. He didn't envy the other people though. If he had the chance to trade his creativity for intelligence, he wouldn't do it.

"I'm glad you did. I feel happier when you're around." Another apparent fact of life. Rue's presence was both calming and warm feeling to Finn. He liked it. "You sure?" Finn pushed, "There has to be something or another that's interesting." The penguin was taking shape, nearing the stages of completion as he continued to work. "Do what you want." The saturator said casually, "But you could pick out fabrics for my penguin, seeing as I chose yours." He smiled as he spoke, "Lucy's almost done." Yes, he'd named Rue's penguin. She looked like a Lucy! Couldn't let the opportunity slip.