#c; pixel

[rory-hawthorne]

Between them, Lucky and Cassia had done fairly well in terms of food. Mare had kept Lucky steadily supplied with fruits from the outside, and Cassia had gone on an expedition to find pretzels. But none of that was especially substantial, and Lucky’s stomach was growling.

“I’m cravin’ chicken,” she decided as they made their way up to the third floor. “If they have chicken, I can die happy.”

Up ahead, a head of red hair caught Lucky’s attention. She shot Cassia a look.

“Hey, Pixie,” she called out tentatively. “You alright up there?”

Under her breath, she added softly for Cassia’s benefit, “I know the lil District Three girl. She’s just sweet as pie.”

@panemsflower @pixel-del

[wircss]

Set shortly after Intra’s funeral

@pixel-del

Wiress did not know exactly what was going on in the house across the street from her, but she knew enough. The day after she watched the Delarouxs leaving their new home all dressed in black- minus a member, she noted- she decided it was time to do something neighbourly.

She’d lived in the Victor’s Village since she was fifteen, and Three’s wasn’t exactly bustling. But when there was a funeral, she thought neighbours probably did something. Friends definitely did, and Pixel was her friend. It was her duty, as a friend, to offer comfort, to say she’d be there should she need support.

Tucking Quinn and Quill into the pockets of her shirt, she jogged across the road and rang the doorbell. When it opened, though, she just... forgot. Forgot how conversation worked.

“Hello. Here is a gecko.” She took Quill out of her pocket and held her out to Pixel. “Are you okay?”