"Ugh, teenagers, I swear! I just asked him to make his bed and do a bit of tidying, how does that end up with all his old toys out?" Finn's mum grumbled, unplugging the hoover and leaving it outside the door as she attempted to navigate through the absolute mess of her son's bedroom. Sighing in exasperation as she saw the half changed bedsheets, she shook her head, "How is he even going to get over to the bed? It looks like a war zone in here." She said, and began to pick up a few of his old teddy's, she smiled a little as a wave of nostalgia hit her, looking at the little assortment of toys, "I can't believe he still has these," she muttered, "Is that why he wouldn't let me go in the bottom draw of his wardrobe? I would have never guessed he was a hoarder." She giggled to herself, dodging the piles of clothes and sketchbooks dotted across the room.
Readjusting the teddies, she used her free hand to pull open the drawer, letting them fall inside, and quickly tried to close it again, only to result in the drawer's contents making an odd sound. She frowned, reopening the drawer, removing the teddies and attempting to reclose it, with no success.
Her face twisted in confusion as she knelt down, using a hand to keep her hair from covering her eyes as she looked at the back of the drawer. She reached inside, making contact with something vaguely rectangular shaped, and pulled it out of the draw. From her first glance, it looked like a giant blue fist, but a closer inspection revealed little plastic exhaust pipes on the back, indicating it was some kind of spaceship. Finn's mum was so awed by the level of detail that had gone into it, that she almost forgot it was made of LEGO. Emphasis on almost. She scowled, don't get her wrong, she loved the kids playing and building with the stuff, they were so much more creative than she was, but it seemed that every time they were given free reign arguments would start. It was always, 'Mum, my minifigure has gone missing,' Of course they couldn't have lost it, their sibling must have stolen it.
It was for the best that she had told them to pack away the bricks. Only until they could learn to get along, anyway. She wasn't that cruel, and she certainly didn't spend hundreds of pounds just to throw it down the drain, but this was certainly against what she had told them to do. It wasn't exactly likely that Finn had accidentally left a whole LEGO ship in a drawer that he refused to let anyone go into. He didn't want to tell her about his hidden creation? Fine, he wouldn't tell him that it was going into storage.
With that final thought, she left the room, the Rexcelsior in hand. Her destination? Storajj of course.