I'm only trying to help you understand your questions. Feelings can be really confusing at times. There might ones that can't really be explained. On the bookshelf there's more than just romance novels. You could go to the bookstore yourself and get something that suits your interests.
What? Ah, no. No. I don't... have any feelings like this. Or that need answers or anything. [The text started to grow brighter, a soft green color, and by time it got to the end there were tiny flowers dotting the text in places. Emotions. Right. None of those.]
Are you sure you don't have any feelings? Care to explain the flowers? [Because now he's going to invade your crystal with an image of what he just saw. Look, Finn, you have emotions. It's okay to have them. If you're confused about them, you can ask, he might tell you about them.] Who are you thinking about?
What? No! What Flow--[Thanks for the image. Now he's flailing, not that you can see. Fffffffff] No one. It's no one. I'm not thinking about anyone. And I'm definitely not sitting in a field thinking about her quivering staff and coo'ing over her big strong muscles while staring off at her while she chops wood or something.
You keep forgetting that this place gives away our emotions all the time. [Even his own text glows a bit from amusement.] You may not be sitting in a field of wheat thinking about her. But you are clearly thinking about a young woman with a staff. Her name wouldn't happen to be Rey, would it?
STAFF! Staff. Like... I mean, COME ON! It was used in the book! She thought of his, his... you know... penis as a staff! That has no relation to Rey what so ever and I wasn't thinking about her and that's just... silly. [His text got scribbly, as if it was written VERY fast, like he thought it in his head.]
You were just telling me how you weren't thinking about her quivering staff. You didn't mention in a way that you meant the character thinking that. I do know what you meant, Finn. This book is rather tame in the sense of terms being used. There's better ones on that bookshelf too. But you were clearly telling me your thoughts.
[Poe was a bit worried at the none text coming through. The subject alone could have embarrassed anyone really. It wasn't as if he would tell anyone. He wouldn't even tell Rey but mostly hint that she would have suitors. She may not even believe it herself if he said anything.]
[He goes over to Finn's room and knocks on the door.] Are you alright?
[ He's on the floor of his room, have over his hands. There are still black stains on his floor, and that book is tossed, over near the door. When he hear's the knock he's scrambling, grabbing his chair to pick up again] Yeah! Yeah, just fine.
[Poe tilted his head a bit while looking at the door. He would hear the chair being picked up from the floor. There will be no entry until Finn gave permission.] I didn't think a book would cause this much trouble for you, Finn.
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