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I do. Personally, I like the hazel better *smiles, bring your hand up to my mouth and pecks your hand lightly and begins to shuffle out of the...
I'm quite positive... It's just your eyes. There's something about the blue *takes my right hand and places it over yours, slowly removing it...
Here's a drawing of Tash's character, since she didn't give a description (sizing please work this time~)...
*blushes almost to a crimson and replies in a tone similar to yours in a sense that my voice is a bit shaky. Unsure of itself* N-Nothing...
I'll make sure to *doesnt remove my hand from yours for a while, silently gazing into your eyes, dreaming*
*puts my right hand over your hand* I'll be fine, I just have to alert my subordinates. The hard part is done until the Games actually start for...
Okay! Alright, I think I have a nice idea for the arena *holds up a half-crumpled bunch of papers taped together* I should go start on this as...
No, no, I'd love to go interview dress shopping with you! I mean, I couldn't pick one out otherwise. Especially since long sleeves are in-style...
Oh, no. I don't want anything designed by him, his designs are a bit... gaudy for my tastes. And that's saying a lot. Besides, he's busy with the...
Uhm... *looks down at what I'm wearing, which is my canon uniform, but mostly left unbuckleded and looks like I've been wearing it days on end*...
*smiles* Thanks *reaches in my jacket and takes out my gun* Do you want this or should I keep a hold of it?
*looks up into your eyes as you blush hair away from my own* You promise? Even if President Snow orders my execution? Game makers can be tossed...
*hugs you back with one arm and looks down in shame* You'd know if you were in my shoes... It haunts me every waking hour and becomes alive in my...
*hesitates* Fine. But only if I get the arena done in time, I don't want to be wasting time that could've been spent on perfecting the arena. I...
*blushes slightly* Well, of course I'm brilliant. There's no harm in challenging yourself, is there? But I do like your idea... *rearranges the...
They're too easy— too predictable. *points at the one you flattened out* Look at the landscape on this one, it's all trees. Obviously someone from...
Myself, of course. And I have this *holds up the sketch I have been working on* And all of that *gestures to all of the crumpled-up pieces of...
Tired, it's already past the deadline for a new arena to be designed and I'm still working on the ideas. I haven't eaten or slept in ages *yawns*...
Nova: *left hand is busy tapping the desk in a rhythmic manner* What left arm? I was born without one, sad as it is. *sighs and continues...
*sits in a remote room of the training building, sketching possible arena designs and ideas. The lights are dimmed and the floor is littered with...