#finn x beckett 001

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Finn huffs out a laugh that fogs in the cold air, his glance moving to Beck as a slow grin creeps up over his lips. "Yeah, you nailed it. Exactly like this." he says, his drawl carrying just enough humor to cut through the bitterness in the air. "Pretty sure back home, anything below forty had people swearin' the world was ending." he adds with another slight chuckle, adjusting the rifle strap on his shoulder.

The thought of Arizona earns a slow nod from Finn, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where the gray clouds hang low like a warning. "Desert's got its own kinda chill, I guess. Probably sneaked up on ya." he murmurs, tone half absent before he whistles low about New York. "That ain't my kinda place. A city like that. Saw enough of it on the movies, you know? Too fast." Finn shrugs, his attention finally moving back to Beck where he offers the older man a smile. "Were you one of the assholes? Don't lie to me now." he teases, all in the name to keep their mind a little more occupied against the relentless cold.

+ FINN / PATROL

The wind whips around Beckett like a fury. It cuts at his skin, biting with sharp, icy teeth as he walks beside Finn. "I bet this reminds you of Texan winters, doesn't it?" He jokes, breaking through the silence with a chuckle. "Arizona could get cold but never like this." He tucks his hands into his pocket, still prepared to spin his rifle around at a moment's notice, but it wouldn't help if his hands were frozen before he could. He glances towards the younger man and nods. "New York could get pretty miserable, mostly because the buildings made a wind tunnel. Or if it snowed everyone became more of an asshole." And yet, he'd grown to love the city for what it was – a messy place with messy people but home nonetheless. The place he'd started his second chapter. And third, if one counts the end of the world as a new chapter. Beck does. If only because he hopes it leads to the fourth. Los Angeles. Odessa. @hxckedvxid