Finn Adventure Time Face Romane & Geschichten

This face has a strong resemblance to Fin when he was younger— —yet, before him was a female version of his childhood friend. “Y-You’re Fin Naese, right?” “Yeah, why the fuck did you do that for?” She growled. She pushed his hands away from his shoulder, which he didn’t realize he didn’t let her go while she scruffled her own hair. Her eyes suddenly lit up as if a thought dawdled in her mind, she sighed as she said, “Don’t tell me…Antonio Emma?” “Y-you’re the Fin Naese that I know, right?” He looked at her face, bewilderment was visibly shown on his face.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday party" "I did. Although, I am not a fan of parties. Also, I am not a fan of surprises but this particular one, got me bewildered! I wish you saw the shock on my face!" Adam yaked. Finn sneered and lightly hit him;"Like you were truly shocked, ugh!" "Believe me, I was shocked! Flabbergasted!" "Then you must be a Cinderella not a guy" Finn teased. "Evelyn pulled this up, she has really tried. You had better take good care of that girl"

I peek down the hallway and glance into the kitchen area and I see Finn seating at the kitchen stool talking and laughing with the pack mates. He was humming along as the pancakes were sizzling on the stove, he stood up to check on them , I walk into the kitchen and sit down on one of the chairs by the corner." Good morning guys" I said as I sat and morning hola was chorused by the members of the pack. Finn kept a long face and I knew he was upset I left him yesterday at the cinema, pouting and giving him the puppy eyes I went behind him and hugged him by the waist.

he grumbled under his breath while carefully tearing the remaining piece away. He was only halfway through removing the ridiculous facial hair when it finally hit me. I leaned forward suddenly. “Wait…” The word barely left my mouth before recognition crashed over me. “Adrien?!” He paused mid movement, one hand still holding half of the fake beard while the other rubbed the irritated skin on his cheek. The moment his real face became clear, I completely lost it. A loud burst of laughter escaped me before I could stop it. I leaned back against the seat, clutching my stomach as another wave of laughter followed.

he murmured before dropping her down from his arms. Adeline released a deep breath and backed away from him, turning to her mother’s side, “That’s not fair. I only said so because I wanted you to stop tickling me. I'm still very much angry at you,” she confessed, moving out of his reach. Finn’s shoulders shook slightly as a laugh tore through his chest, “Well played.” His gaze slid up to Sophia, who had a small smile on her face. “Good morning, Uncle Finn,” Aiden greeted.

His hands rubbed against the side of his face, a guilty flush across his cheeks. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I thought it was a big opportunity for me. He only had one eye, I’ve not seen him around before -“ “One eye?” Freya and I said in unison. Both thinking of the same person. “Which eye was missing, did he have an eye patch, describe him quick!” she demanded, moving from behind to stand by my side. Pure, boundless energy radiated from her. Finn on the other hand, despite his huge size was diminishing before our eyes. “I think his right eye was missing. Short brown hair, the other eye was bright green. Same age as us.”

“It took me a while to notice that.” He narrowed his eyes at me again. “I already said the other one, and that is your nose is cuter,” he said, pointing to the tip of my nose, causing me to touch my nose. He chuckled, shaking his head. Frank crossed his arms on his chest, still suspicious of him. “And?” “Lexa has a tiny mole just below her earlobe, and you don’t have it. It was almost not noticeable.” Finn continued to describe. “You’re a… fighter, but she’s braver.”

The hallway parted around me the way hallways part around people who are visibly having a morning — not unkindly, just with the wide-eyed awareness of students who recognized a situation developing in real time. Finn was already in his seat when I walked in. He'd gone full seventies — wide-collared shirt, slightly flared jeans, hair pushed back. He looked up, opened his mouth, and then did something genuinely kind: he didn't laugh. He just smiled, slow and warm, and said, "Yellow's a good color on you." "Don't," I said, dropping into my seat. "I mean it." "Finn." "You look like sunshine in a room full of disco balls. Objectively, you win."

“Hi, Aiden.” “I was thinking I would have to wait a little more. You know the thing with women and dressing up.” “I'm not ‘women'.” Clara air quoted. “I am Clarabel.” “Haha.” Aiden chuckled deeply. “Nice to meet you, Clarabel.” “Idiot.” Clara muttered under her breath. “You were saying?” “Nothing Aiden.” She smiled tightly at him.