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Lavender thought she was clever, both as a whole and when it came to the last couple days. She’d dodged Abel as best she could, terrified to come face to face with the victor whose home she’d used as a safe house without permission. She assumed he knew. She assumed he would be mad, that he would want some kind of compensation. You didn’t just get to live somewhere without paying. But her cleverness ran out sooner than expected, and suddenly she was face to face with him over the cafeteria salad bar. “I’m sorry! We had nowhere else to go!” she blurted immediately.

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It had become part of her routine, to have some sort of social event scheduled for Friday nights. Weekends could be spontaneous, but Friday was always set. Usually in the Capitol, usually with an afternoon of pampering and styling beforehand. Some weeks it felt like she was going through the motions, and even the social event was a let down. She was usually on the first train back to Eight on Saturday. Today, however, was one of the rare days where she’d felt excited, motivated, and energized enough to have a good time. But the party itself was turning out to be a dud. The sight of Abel Evans also at this boring party (was it someone’s birthday? she couldn’t care to remember) was a welcome relief. “Please tell me this is some weird prank and the real party will start soon,” she said as she approached, feeling too bold to care if even the host overheard her.

#convo #c:abel #127 at home

Chip could feel himself starting to get a little drowsy. He’d had an early morning, and a long day at work. The ball was usually the indicator, midway between Games, that it was time to crack down. So he’d take on extra hours, around his packed schedule of therapies. “I-Is th-there any coffee?” he asked Abel. He’d been told to stop relying so much on caffeine, but he still needed to show face around here for a little while longer. And he was terrified of what people might think if he was found slumped on a table in the corner. “N-No sparkles or anyth-thing. J-Just, like, normal coffee.”

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Poppy tried to be gentle, but she was shaking so badly with nervous energy that her knuckles pounded on Abel’s door. “Hey, Abel, it’s Poppy,” she said just inches from the doorframe, hoping that might be enough to get the door cracked open.

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“I’ve been looking for you all night,” Abel spoke quietly, although they were pretty sure their voice carried through the quiet night. They sit down right next to the other, making themselves comfortable. The view of the city skyline from the rooftop was quite a sight to behold. It made sense to Abel why the other would want to hide away from the world here. The cold wind brought a calm to the night despite the busy bustle of life in the streets below. “What’s up? What’s going on?”

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