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.













