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finch was upset.
there was rarely a time when finch wasn't upset -- but tonight more so. the scores felt like bullshit, the outfits made their eyes hurt and the grating laughter was enough to make them want to scream so loud it would drown out the awful music playing. unlike any other time, finch could not draw any more attention to themself than there already was. to top it all off -- they'd lost lark in the crowd.
the kid did whatever he wanted anyway, and they're he'll turn up later in the night to tell finch some random lore he found out about one of the other districts or something. lark was good for that -- he was smart. smarter than finch, exactly like wren. that fourteen-year-old has more of a shot of making it out of here than finch ever did. maybe he'd charm himself up some sponsors -- god knows finch would hardly be able to to that themself. the interviews were soon. they'd have to talk to caesar again.
yeah, they were fucking upset.
"if the other ten clusters of people didn't include you in their conversation, i certainly hope you won't expect any from me." they warn, feeling someone sit next to them. that was unusual. no one sat next to them unless they were forced. finch turns to face them with a slight brow raise, expectant and waiting. the look on their face was clear. what do you want from me?












