Gemotions

The world felt charged. Finn zipped around the apartment, rearranging furniture with a speed that defied logic. He hummed a jaunty tune, his cheeks flushed. The air crackled with a nervous, almost manic, glee.

“This is *it*!” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly. He’d just finished setting up a small fish tank. “The perfect place! Think of the ambiance, Miles! Tranquil, serene, a whole little underwater world!”

Miles, nursing a mug of coffee, stared at him, bewildered. "Finn, we discussed this. We have to consider the cleaning, the expense, the noise…"

Finn waved his hand dismissively. “Details, details! Just imagine the glorious colors!”