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Who| Prim & OPEN (Especially trolls)
What| Exploring the city, filling in free time, forever staring at shops and things.
Where| District 12 Quarters, common area, or out in the Capitol. (She's not a tribute, so she's not actually allowed in the gym. :( )
When| Any time during the week~
Warnings| Potentially foul language? UNHANDABLE AMOUNTS OF CUTENESS?

It took a lot to fill a day, devoid of school or work. Sometimes she followed Katniss or visited with Cinna. The rest of the time, when she didn't have a book to read or a ball to bounce against the wall, she went out to the city.

They had a lot of things out there, making her head whip about. She couldn't buy any of it, without relying on her credit card, but she could stare into the windows and mouth her awe. The books in their display cases, the clothes - so many types of shoes and dresses: she couldn't imagine people going through so many outfits, back home. None of the shoes even looked practical.

She had some thoughts about searching out herbal shops, or pressing people for information on the capitol's medication... Somehow, the cake shops and toy stores always drew just as much attention, though. The sweet smells and bright lights... All the things she never could have imagined back home.

Most recently was the tickle-me trolls. Staring at the familiar faces of the tributes, and remembering what it was she had heard from them. How could they be child friendly?

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Nepeta is still far too new to have anything made in her likeness. It's probably just as well, really - the idea of trolls being something new and exotic is more than a little strange to her, and while she doesn't mind the idea of someone having a miniature version of herself, it's still strange. Especially with an indigo sitting there pretty as you can please, and she can't in a million sweeps imagine having a lot of people interested in having even a representation of one of those around.

On the other hand, it is another world here, and maybe highbloods don't mean the same thing here that they do on Alternia. Either way, she isn't much thinking about that. Instead, her attention has been caught by the pair of miniature nubby-horned trolls. She's not really sure she wants one, not for certain, but the temptation is there all the same.

Not exactly the same, thing. Not if it's troll blood, anyway. High human blood doesn't really show itself by color, after all.

She noticed this one's examination of the dolls with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. After the last one's reaction of ripping out the stuffing... Well, she doesn't look like she's reacting badly.

"Hello," she offered, deciding to test the water.

Sooner or later, Nepeta will probably learn the details of how humans work. Today is not likely to be that day, unfortunately. Not in so far as it comes to blood, anyway.

She is, however, more than willing to hold a conversation, and so she turns in the direction of the unfamiliar voice with only a minor amount of wariness. She might have her clawgloves, but she doesn't think she's really likely to get attacked in the street. Not for simply being a troll, anyway.

"Hello to you, too."

Prim could teach her, if she ever wanted to know. Prim knew a lot about the human body. She had to, in order to be a healer after all. Blood in particular, though the wounds sometimes make her pale.

"Are you new?" she asked,looking at her curiously. There was something about her that somehow seemed a little different than the other trolls.

At the moment, Nepeta didn't have any real interest in figuring out how humans worked. Not when she was pretty sure that she'd end up having to fight them when it came to that and if that didn't give her all the details she needed then she could ask about anything that was less than clear.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I think I've seen all the other trolls," she admitted. "You don't really seem like them, though..." she cursed less. And just generally seemed nicer, so far - both things the little blond girl was good at noticing.

Given what she'd seen of the display of troll dolls, Nepeta wasn't really surprised to hear that she was different from the others. Honestly, she'd be rather surprised if she had come across like the others.

"Of course I am," she answered with a smile. "Not efurry troll is the same."

"But I think you're more different than all the other ones..." She leaned forward, studdying Nepeta. "You seem nicer..."

"Do I?"

She knows what the most likely answer is going to be, but that doesn't mean she can't - or shouldn't - ask all the same. Just because she knows what's most likely to be the answer doesn't mean she should simply make assumptions.

"You seem nicer," she mused, tilting her head slightly to the side in thought. Then biting her lip.

That comment earns a soft laugh from Nepeta. Given Karkat and what looks like an adult indigo-blooded troll, it's no surprise to her mind. Finding the right right words to explain, on the other hand, takes a moment.

"It's purrobably beclaws I don't yell as much."

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Wow. Talk about losing a thread. 0,o

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