*reaches out and places a hand on your right arm* "It's fine, there's plenty of time. Get some rest tonight, you can get started tomorrow after we find our outfits. You shouldn't push yourself too hard, you still have to control the games..."
*Tristan squeals excitedly* "Daisies. An entire dress made of daisy flowers. Flower accessories are so IN right now, the Capitol will go absolutely wild for you!"
*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 me. I just have to supervise
Sammi: -gasps- Oh my gosh. Yes! And could I have daisy chain accessories too, like a headpiece and bracelet?
*Smiles at you, moving a little closer* I'll be more than happy to help if you need anything. Just ask, alright?
Tristan: *He takes Sammi's hands and dances around with her, subtly checking the dress for any faults or misfittings while still looking as flamboyant as ever* "Of course! You can have daisy everythings!!"
((If I'm allowed... Alyssa Candy Twenty-four Stylist: District Four She designed the outfits for the most famous District Four victors, including Finnick Odair. She takes pride in her work, and enjoys working with the tributes from District Four. She goes for a subtle approach, so that the tributes are remembered, not for their outfits, but for their time in the arena.))
I'll make sure to *doesnt remove my hand from yours for a while, silently gazing into your eyes, dreaming*
*Looks back into your eyes, speaking softly after a little while, almost a whisper* "Nova... What are you thinking about...?"
*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...
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*takes my other hand, delicately cupping your now red cheek with it* "Are you sure...? You looked quite... Quite deep in thought... Concentrating, almost..."
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 from my face and intertwining it with yours*
*Smiles a small smile, almost unnoticeable in the dim light as I happily tangle my fingers with yours* "You know they're fake..."
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 room toward the doorway, letting go of your hand only when my arm wouldn't reach yours* And now, I must submit my designs. Adieu!