Room 403 | Friday Afternoon

[district12baker]

School week over with, Peeta headed back to his room to read the few bits of mail he had managed to get from home. Mail between the districts was strictly forbidden but messages were passed directly through 12 often enough. Michetta had sent letters on a whim and they somehow reached Fandom through some sort of magic or system that Peeta didn't

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[yinandyango]

Fawn came back to the room after her classes, with red stuff all over her hands and arms from Art and a full stomach from Court, and when she opened the door with the constant trepidation that went along with never wanting to disturb your roommate and saw that Peeta was reading, she tried to be particularly unobtrusive and quiet. She did a poor imitation of a shadow shuffling over to her desk, pulling out the chair, and sitting down after setting her stuff on it. And then she pulled out her notebook as if to write something, realizing that it was super weird trying to write with someone else in the room, pushed back her chair, got up again, and started gathering her things again, and wondering if, honestly, she could be any more awkward.

Sorry, Peeta.

[district12baker]

Peeta was actually grateful for the distraction, but he didn't give that away aside from the slight smile that got a little bigger the more awkward things got. But he kept on pretending to read.

This was far more entertaining than Big Brother.

[yinandyango]

Fawn had all her stuff to go find a better, less awkward place to write, though she seemed to hesitate and opened her mouth to say something, then seemed to change her mind, then went to get something else from her desk as she wondered if it was actually more impolite not to say hello to her roommate than it was not to interrupt his reading. Since he hadn't said anything so far, she figured it must have been a pretty engrossing read, and she shifted a little bit with uncertainty, then turned to head toward the door. But she only got part of the way before she stopped, hesitating again, and decided to just thunk down on her bed as if she had just planned to make a stilted relocation this whole time.

Then she asked, "How's the book?"

[district12baker]

"I'm not sure I like it," Peeta said, trying to hide his amusement. He wasn't sure if she was going to say anything or not. "It's very depressing. I'm not sure why it's a classic."