Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue.

[the_marshal]

WHO| Wyatt and OTA
WHAT| Christmas Shopping!
WHERE| Various Capitol shops
WHEN| After getting the Secret Santa notes
Warnings| None at the moment. Will edit if anything comes up!



Like all the others, Wyatt had discovered the note in his room directing him to come up with a gift for one of his fellow tributes for Christmas. Never mind that he'd never even met the "Iskierka" listed on the card, or even known there was any kind of gift exchange going on in the first place.

...But he couldn't say that the idea didn't appeal, the more he thought about it. There hadn't been much to celebrate, that first Christmas of his in the Capitol, but this year....

Picking up the strange card he'd been given - trying not to think of the funds they'd given him as blood money - he cornered his escort for information (the man tried at least to look sheepish for signing Wyatt up) and then headed out into the snow.

Even armed with everything his escort could tell him about Iskierka, Wyatt still had little idea where to start shopping for a dragon. While he chewed it over, he hunted down some other gifts, knowing nothing would really be able to tell Max or Howard what they meant to him, but wanting to do something, all the same.

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[the_marshal]

Wyatt's chuckle grew into a, a full bark of a sound, rumbling up from his chest. "Thought about that too."

At the counter he sidestepped, giving R room to get line while staying out of the fray himself. The thought of getting trampled by overly aggressive shoppers that particularly high on his Christmas wish list.

"But even if I could find one, I reckon that's somethin' else that'd be awful hard to buy."

Tribute salary or otherwise.

[shambler]

Despite the pushing and jostling, R didn't look like he was out of place in the crowd aside from his dead man's color. Ignoring that, he actually felt comfortable being lost in a group and bumping shoulders with strangers.

"So...other...store?" R groans over someone's head - well, hat. It's a big hat and even he can barely see over it - as the line slowly moves forward. All this talk of princesses is starting to dredge up that tickle he feels when he's on the verge of remembering something. Your princess is another ____. Another fragment without context. "Tough...presents."

He feels for Wyatt, he really does.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt moved along with the line, keeping R in sight as best he could while staying out of elbowing range. The muzzle helped, as the boy was squashed in between the woman with big hat and a man with the bushy green wig (festive), metal shining bright under the lights.

Reaching up, he lifted his hat away from his hairline and scratched idly, mouth twisting wryly.

"Faced a lot of challenges in my day, but never nothin' like this."

It was something out a strange dream. Buy a Christmas present for a mythical creature.

...That or the punchline to a joke. A dragon and a marshal walk into a saloon....

"But I ain't ready to roll over jus' yet." The hat returned to his head and he nodded, determined. "I'll find somethin."

Could end around here?

[shambler]

The line reluctantly moves forward. R gets stabbed in the side of the head with the big hat and almost gets a mouthful of green wig. No wonder Death blocked this kind of thing from his memory. Jesus.

"Die of...old age...here," R moans. He think his mouth might be trying to smirk. He's not sure, though, because he's never smirked before and it feels a little twitchy.

His head lolls toward Wyatt.

"Keep an...eye out. Helping."

How's this?

[the_marshal]

Wig man lurched back, a hand going to his perfect coif, patting flyaways back into the neat spiral curls. If R weren't already dead, the venomous look the man speared him with would likely have been enough to drop him on the spot.

Wyatt sniffed and tried not to laugh.

"We'll get'er done, R." He nodded, wrestling with his grin as the green man shifted the stare to him, as if R ungainly cage and slow shuffle were somehow his fault. "I ain't got any doubts'a that."