Having Cyprian there was exactly the motivation he needed to kick his ass in gear when it came to training his tributes. Sure, maybe they were both extremely smart and maybe they were both far more prepared than he ever was, but if he didn’t attempt to teach them things that he knew, then what was the point of him being a mentor anyway? So, the second day of training, he woke up bright and early, put the finishing color-coding touches on his flashcards, and headed into their living room, smiling when he found Missy sitting at the kitchen table. “Good morning,” he said, a small smile on his face. “How are you doing?” // starter for @kissmemissy















