[The sudden hand up on his wrist is a welcome one since Fynn was about to fall flat upon his face a second ago. His sense of gravity is nonexistent right now since he feels all congested and ridiculously cold. He swears Ardyn got all the damn windows open in this house. It feels like it's below zero.]

Alright. [Fynn mumbles as he shakes Ardyn's hand off him.] No coffee tonight. I guess I can stomach some tree bark instead. Make sure it's chamomile or something soothing. None of that Horny Goat tea!

[Guess who got pranked at the station once? Yep, this loser here.]

I...I'm still on the fence about all this weird shit happening but hopefully these memories ain't nothing other than dreams.