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finnick.

“sugar?” the male proposed as he delicately handled a packed cube of sugar. the male had never been the biggest fan of the games. and he’d been put through so much after his own games. it was a surprise that he was still functioning properly. and now he had to spend even more time within the capitol. “it’s more for the horses, but i always have them on me. they at least taste good.”

callista eyed the male as he played with the sugar cube. at his inquire she simply shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest as he continued to speak. “i’d rather not.” the district two former victor expressed bluntly. she had never been one to socialize with other mentors, she’d rather keep to herself and those she truly trusted.

#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — CALLISTA MILLAN / INTERACTIONS )#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — CALLISTA && FINNICK )

peeta.

hunger games time was already heard enough for peeta. he hated how he was forced to mentor kids every year, only for them to die. but now he had to spend months training and getting to know the tributes. it was something the blond wasn’t looking forward to. maybe that’s why he spent hours this morning stress baking, and now he had too many cupcakes for just the people from district twelve. “would you like a cupcake?” he asked the person with a kind smile.

“oh hey peeta.” the blonde expressed, soft smile gracing her delicate features as she greeted her sister’s significant other. “i would love one. thank you.” she replied to his kind offer and took the pastry into her hands. she brought it close to her face and sniffed it briefly, the smell of dark chocolate was strong it made her mouth water. “it smells delicious.” she added before taking a small bite out of it. “and it tastes even better.” she added with a mouthful.

#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — PRIMROSE EVERDEEN / INTERACTIONS )#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — PRIMROSE && PEETA )

isabel.

“It’s so DIFFERENT here in the Capitol,” Isabel murmured. So used was she to District 8. Seeing the lavishness of people’s decor and dress… it was a bit of a shock to imagine someone spending so much.

mera simply nodded as she heard the other woman’s words, she agreed with every last word. “no district can compare to the capitol.” the blonde expressed. in her opinion even district one didn’t have the luxury the capitol did. with a sigh she inquired. “what district do you come from ?”

#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — MERA WESTON / INTERACTIONS )#( ⋄ ` ⟡ — MERA && ISABEL )