Wyatt Earp (
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Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue.
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.
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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"Do you know where science stuff would be?"
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"Sorry, son, can't say as I do. But I'm sure there's a worker er somebody here that can."
He glanced around, then back at Kevin.
"Look for somebody with a tag--" he tapped his chest, where his star would have been in another world. "Right here."
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"Ain't so bad, compared to other things we could be doin." He offered a small smile as he pulled another red blanket off the shelf, deciding then that, yes, red was the way to go. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
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"Well, good luck, son."
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"No. No, I ain't. It's jus' a sayin'. Like a nickname." He shook his head. "My apologies, if I upset ya any, I didn't mean it."
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He hadn't really heard anybody else, tribute or otherwise, use it the way he did.
"It's jus' a friendly way of referring to a young man yer speakin' to."
Especially if one didn't know their name, as this young person was a stranger to him. It was politer than saying 'you.'
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He'd grown up with it, the word as familiar to him as his own name.
"Nobody ever said it where yer from?"
It was an almost foreign concept to him.
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Didn't.
"Like I said, jus' a friendly way of addressin' someone. If there's something ya prefer to be called, ya jus' gotta say so."
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"Jus' a handshake," he murmured, giving Kevin's hand a little pump before letting go. "Didn't mean nothin' by that either."
Did the boy not know what they were - like Max? Or did he just not like them?
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"Well, we did jus' meet," he pointed out.
But he'd remember that for next time: Kevin, no handshakes.
In the meantime, he supposed they'd been awkward enough at each other one day.
"But I reckon I should let ya get on with your shoppin' now." He tucked the heating blanket under his arm, nodded politely. "Still got some more of my own to do as well."
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