["enamored" might be a good word for how the stranger from the Capitol is looking at Tonic's butchered leg. his pretty fingers flex out, maybe going to reach out and touch the scars, before he catches himself and politely folds his hand up again. and the words are just as enthralling, really.
he could talk about this all night. he has so many things to say, but when he looks up at Tonic's face again, it's to catch that expression. he can't help it, then--he grins at the petulance and stick out his tongue as well.
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he could talk about this all night. he has so many things to say, but when he looks up at Tonic's face again, it's to catch that expression. he can't help it, then--he grins at the petulance and stick out his tongue as well.
two wrong creatures making faces about the gods.]