Finn laughed slightly as he swung. Leaning backward slightly as Brink did. He stared up at the lights o the tent. Swinging his legs. He slowed down slightly and checked his phone. "I should head back soon," He announced but didn't get off of the hoop. swinging his legs under him. He wasn't very high off of the ground but he still didn't look down. he kept his eyes on Brink.
Brink flipped backwards off the hoop And hung there for a moments, letting his sides stretch out. He shut his eyes for a moment and relaxed, only opening them when Finn mentioned going back. “Aw, already?” He whined playfully, maneuvering back to normal and just handing there. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you back at the apartment soon.”
Finn hopped down. "You sure?" He asked walking over Brink's hoop. He didn't want to leave Brink but he also didn't want to be too clingy and scare him away. Especially not after what just happened. "Do you have a phone?" He asked feeling bad for not asking before. He placed a hand on the hoop again just out of habit.
He nodded “yeah I’m sure.” He said with a small smile. “Go do what you gotta do. I’ll be alright dear hero.” His smile faltered a bit but the tattoo helped hide that, at least a bit.
“No, I don’t but I’m sure you’ll find me regardless. You seem to have a knack for that.” He teased gently waving him off. “Have fun~”
"Okay fine but I'll see you back at the apartment soon right?" He asked one last time. He really hoped Brink would come back. He was nearly all healed but Finn was going to miss him. A lot. He backed up from the hoop and smiled up at Brink before leaving. Heading back to his apartment. He had some things he needed to do and Poppy would be home soon.
“You will.” He promised, watching as Finn walked off. Bring hung around a bit, literally hung around, for a few more hours, stretching out his would and doing a few techniques. But he couldn’t stay there forever. He eventually made his way out of the abandoned carnival after shutting it down and maneuvered his way through the city streets. He needed to make a few stops before heading back to the apartment
Finn was making dinner when Brink arrived back. Poppy was sitting in the living room. He allowed Brink up and smiled at him when he arrived. He ut what he was working on into the oven and walked over to Brink. He seemed slightly on edge. Playing with his hands slightly as he stood about a foot away.
Brink walked into the apartment with a few bags in his hand. He glanced around before kneeling in front of Poppy, holding a finger to his lips. “I think I’m going to need your help Poppy.” He whispered softly, showing the young girl what was inside the bag, a small cake and a few pastries. “It’s for all of you to say thank you for letting me stay in your home. But I want to keep it a surprise for now from the others. Think you can hide these for me until later?”
He glanced up as Finn came into the room and smiled softly “Hey, hope I’m not too late.”
Poppy looked in the bag and smiled wide she nodded and took the bag. Running out of the roo with the bag before Finn could come in. inn shook. "No don't worry you are just in time. Dinners almost ready." He smiled at Brink. "Hey umm do you want to talk about earlier?" He asked after a moment o thinking. His voice was slightly hushed as Poppy slowly made her way back down the hall.
He laughed softly and arched an eyebrow “sure, we can talk dear. Maybe later though, I doubt that any of us can wait any longer for the food.” He said, glancing down at Poppy as she came back. “Thank you, princess.” He winked and nodded towards the kitchen. “Let’s get ready to eat.”
Finn nodded. "You're right I'm starving," He said before Brink walked out.
"Me too!" Poppy said as Finn lifted her up. They walked into the kitchen. Placing Poppy in her seat. He walked over to the oven. Opening it to check if the food was ready.
"A few minutes left."
Brink smiled and hopped up onto the counter top to wait. He figured slightly with his hands, nervous about talking with Finn. What if it was to set boundaries? What if it was to kick him out? Maybe he hadn’t liked the kiss after all and this was his way of saying he didn’t want anything more to do with Brink as long as he stayed at the house. Many more questions ran circles in Brinks mind, all either making him more anxious or genuinely hopeful.
Brink leaned against the counter opposite of Brink. Smiling at the other man. He felt relaxed in the kitchen. Luckily less on edge around Brink. What if Brink didn't actually like him? He was a villain after all. Willow always says Finn's too trusting. This could be a time like that. He would get close to Brink but then end up with his heart broken. Finn shook that off and took the food out of the oven. Placing it on the counter.
Brink took a deep breath, not wanting to fill his mind with even more negative thoughts about Finn. Brink liked him. More than he thought possible for someone like himself. If the other didn’t feel the same now or in the future, he’d deal with it. He knew he wasn’t a terribly great influence on finn or Poppy and Willow but he’d never outwardly hurt them, at least not now that they’ve been so kind to him. He’d make sure they were all safe. He hopped down from the counter and peeked over Finn’s shoulder at the What had been in the oven. “Looks great!” He said with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to Finn’s cheek before fully pulling away and finding utensils and napkins for the table
Finn's face heated up slightly as he smiled. "Thanks." He dished up the lasagna. He placed a plate in front of Poppy and Brinks' seat. He sat down as well. How was you guys' day?" He asked as Poppy already started eating but she perked up at that question.
"I can count to 20 now!" Seh said smiling wide.
Brink smiled softly and sat down in his seat, nodding in thanks when Finn set the plate down. He started eating, not surprised at good it tasted. At this point he knew most if not all of Finn’s food was this great. He glanced up when Poppy said she could count to 20 and smiled “really? I’m not sure I believe you princess, 20 is a pretty high number.” He drawled, not trying to discourage her. “Care to proved me wrong?”
Poppy's smile widened. She sat up straighter. "Oh, I definitely can!" She said before starting. She stumbled over some of them. Counting with her fingers. Her thirteen sounded a bit like dirt teen but Finn watched her with a proud smile. She finished with her excited smile impossibly large.
He laughed softly and smiled, raising his hands in defense “Alright, I’ve learned never to doubt you now.” He said, clapping his hands when Poppy finished counting. Brink shook his head endearingly and continued to eat, glad that Poppy was so happy about counting
Poppy nodded eating her food. Finn put a gentle hand over Brinks as he laughed softly. He took a bite of his food. "What about you brink? Other than my amazing acrobatics moves how was your day?" He asked removing his hand. Poppy looked at Finn conused but didn't ask questions.
Brink glanced down at their hands briefly before meeting Finn’s gaze and smiling. “Amazing acrobat skills indeed.” He teased lightly, shrugging and think for a moment “Nothing but a few errands hear and there. You’ll see soon enough after dinner, don’t worry, darlin.” He said, winking at Poppy and continuing to eat.
Poppy giggled finishing up her food. Finn shook his head slightly. "God what are you up to," he joked leaning on the table slightly. He ate his food not sure what else to talk about. Poppy tried to hide her giggles to not be suspicious but she was failing miserably.
Brink shook husband head, trying to stifle his own excited laugh. “Telling you wouldn’t be nearly as fun as letting you wonder. Plus, we have to wait until Willow gets here.” He said, standing when he finished his food and taking the empty plates to the sink to rinse off then put intonations the dishwasher
Finn smiled and nodded. "Fine, you can have your un. Willow should be here soon. she said she'd stop by after work." He got up and helped Brink with the Dishes. Poppy stood up and went straight to the living room. Playing with some of the toys that surrounded the coffee table.
“We will!” Brink said with a cheeky little smile. He nodded and started at taome of the pots and dishes used to make the food, putting in a bit more effort to get those cleaner beforehand handing them off to Finn so he could put them in the dish washer. “Thanks by the way. The food was amazing.”
"IT's nothing. I told you I like to cook," He said. it felt nice to do this with Brink. Almost normal. He glanced over to make sure that poppy was facing the other way. Then he moved his head down slightly and landed a gentle kiss on Brink's lips. The elevator chimed and Willow walked into the living room. Finn put the last pan in the dishwasher.