There had been so much noise disrupting the normally quiet island that Katniss had to go check it out. Buttercup followed her, obviously because he had nothing better to do, though she knew that once something newer and shinier turned up he would chase after it. She didn't mind- if anything, it was familiar. The stupid cat had never forgotten her attempts to drown him as a kitten.
She has a stick of something calle cotton candy, and far be it from Katniss to refuse food. The first clumsy bite had melted in her mouth and her eyes had closed for a moment, savoring it. Sweet and cloying; in the Seam, they had never had sweets.
Her eyes opened again when someone bumped her shoulder, and she froze upon noticing that it was Harry. Somehow, it was still uncomfortable to see him, still. Katniss' mind creates associations that aren't easily wiped away. "...hi," she says awkwardly, barely audible over the noise of everything.
Harry’s mind unfortunately worked in the same way. He had told himself time and time again that he had nothing against Katniss personally. He had told her himself that he didn’t agree with some of the things she believed, but he did not think she was evil in any way. But not being evil was one thing. A very good thing, in all fairness, but it was one thing. Being likeable was a completely separate thing.
He paused for a second, trying to remember how to be social with a person who never was. “Having fun?” Harry asked. He noticed the cotton candy in her hand and tipped his own stick towards her, managing a faint grin. “Good, huh?”
"Yes, it's very...sweet," this feels so stilted, so forced, and Katniss hates it. Even when they were screaming and swearing at each other, at least it felt real. Part of her knows that it's because he doesn't like her, but his so-called morals mean that he has to apparently try to be nice to her anyways. If Katniss had a choice, she'd rather him be honest.
There's so much going on here. So much noise, so many lights and decorations that it seems to be an entirely different world to Katniss. Like something out of the Capitol.
"Candy floss," Harry answered helpfully. "But.. I think Americans call it something different." He remembered Kate calling it something else anyway, but he had been too distracted by everything else, including Kate, to ask her what she meant.
"You been on the rides yet?" he asked. It felt like grasping at straws, but they had to have something in common that wasn't a home world in various states of turmoil and people wanting to kill them. "There's a roller coaster inside the caves. It's kind of amazing."
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She has a stick of something calle cotton candy, and far be it from Katniss to refuse food. The first clumsy bite had melted in her mouth and her eyes had closed for a moment, savoring it. Sweet and cloying; in the Seam, they had never had sweets.
Her eyes opened again when someone bumped her shoulder, and she froze upon noticing that it was Harry. Somehow, it was still uncomfortable to see him, still. Katniss' mind creates associations that aren't easily wiped away. "...hi," she says awkwardly, barely audible over the noise of everything.
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He paused for a second, trying to remember how to be social with a person who never was. “Having fun?” Harry asked. He noticed the cotton candy in her hand and tipped his own stick towards her, managing a faint grin. “Good, huh?”
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There's so much going on here. So much noise, so many lights and decorations that it seems to be an entirely different world to Katniss. Like something out of the Capitol.
"What's it called?"
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"You been on the rides yet?" he asked. It felt like grasping at straws, but they had to have something in common that wasn't a home world in various states of turmoil and people wanting to kill them. "There's a roller coaster inside the caves. It's kind of amazing."
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