[Finnick finds her in the hallway, taking up half of it with her bass and her writing. His footsteps must have disturbed her before he turned the corner, because she's already angry when he gets there.]
Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry I was just...
[He's far more sheepish than he usually is, shoulders curled forward shyly. He doesn't want to be alone right now, even if it means talking to an angry Johanna, so he tilts his head and takes a couple steps forward.]
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Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry I was just...
[He's far more sheepish than he usually is, shoulders curled forward shyly. He doesn't want to be alone right now, even if it means talking to an angry Johanna, so he tilts his head and takes a couple steps forward.]
Writing something?