[Blue hesitates, his attention split between the offer and Finn's drive for perfection for a beat. he'll exchange the finished piece for the folded page Jim holds out, closing his hand around the shut scissors and hanging onto them like that for a bit longer as his attention drifts again.]
...Finn, I...I think...it's a fine fold. [it's the creases that are heinous now.]
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...Finn, I...I think...it's a fine fold. [it's the creases that are heinous now.]