ToOurOwnBeat's profile picture. Talk of the town. Or at least that’s what Dawn says.

Finn

@ToOurOwnBeat

Talk of the town. Or at least that’s what Dawn says.

“And… closed.” He said to his mate, turning the little paper sign over to match his words. “Bet that feels good. Closin’ up super early, huh?” @Liberteneon


“Guess we gotta update Holly’s cute little picture we have behind the counter, huh?” @Liberteneon


“Where exactly are we goin’ again..?” @PeerlessEffigy


“So, did she tell ya the big news yet, Dawnie?” @Liberteneon


“Hey, Dawnie. I’m back from grabbing’ lunch.” @Liberteneon


Finn stepped out onto their back porch, kicking the door behind him closed, his paws full. Glasses in one, and a pitcher of lemonade in the other. “Kids are /still/ playing out here, hrm?” @Liberteneon


Ring ding. “…hey, miss. Nice shop. How much for /you/ though?” @Liberteneon


“I can’t believe I actually managed to convince ya to close up shop early today.” @Liberteneon


“Was nice of Jonesy and his girl to delay their Valentine’s so they could watch the kids, huh?” @Liberteneon


“Hand me those dishes you’re done with. I’m on drying duty tonight, Dawnie.” @Liberteneon


“Y’know, any more kids and we’re gonna run out of room for all these gifts.” @Liberteneon


“Tell me again why we’re buyin’ so much food? I’ve only got two arms, Dawnie..” @Liberteneon


As per usual, Finn arrived on time, take-out bags in his paws. @Liberteneon


“You ready to go pick up the kids? ..or, should we enjoy a few more minutes of peace, aheh.” @Liberteneon


“Talk about a needed day off. My bones need a rest, and the kids get to stay home today.”


“Where are all these out-of-towners coming from all of a sudden? Shiv still isn’t exactly a vacation spot. ‘Specially after the storm.”


“I forgot my jacket when I left..” Finn grumpily mentioned as he leaned against the shop’s counter, his large mane a frizzy and wet mess. @Liberteneon


“All these kids and not a single card yet? Hm, why’d I even bother making all of ‘em? …yeah, I get it, three of ‘em don’t even know how to read or write yet, ahehe.”


“Hey, shopkeep, how much for the Jolt?” @Liberteneon


“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He asked, their triplets either clinging on to their father or in his arms. @Liberteneon


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