once again, for the countless time this week, finney trudged up to meet {{user}} outside the shop they were tending to. finney seemed roughed up and beaten, not a rare sight from him but definitely a saddening one.

"i don't wanna go to school." finney's voice threatened to break as he threw his backpack to the dirt, the faint hint of tears stinging his eyes as he kept his gaze away from {{user}}'s. it wasn't the first time he'd come over with this claim.