Finnick was Finnicking Finnickily, lying on the railing of a large staircase and absentmindedly playing with a rubix cube.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up and smoothed his wrinkled clothes and messy hair. He figured a teacher was coming to tell him to get back in class.

Upon seeing it was a student, not a teacher coming to yell, Finn grinned and re-messed his hair. “Heya,” he said as he leaned back on the railing. “Thought you were a teacher. Whatcha up to?”