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[mudbloodhater]

WHO| Draco Malfoy and Momoko Ryugasaki
WHAT| Draco and Momoko are classy, and therefore, having a little...tea party of sorts.
WHERE| one of the more calming restaurants in the Capitol.
WHEN| an afternoon this weekend
WARNINGS| none right now.

As things went, being told that he was going to meet one of his fellow Tributes for tea was actually one of the better things he'd been forced to do. All Effie's idea, he was fairly certain, probably because Momoko actually had manners. Despite having offed herself last Arena. Better than how he went, though, so he wasn't about to say anything on the matter.

Instead, he waited for her in the surprisingly normal teahouse, wondering how it managed to straddle both Western and Eastern influences simultaneously. At least they made good tea.

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[cowardfacinghappiness]

"I don't think they understand the word 'options' here," said Momoko, her voice equally dry. "Unless it's an option between a terrible outfit for the terrible party or an even worse outfit for the terrible party."

She tapped a finger against her lips as she pondered. "I could do mourning, although having to wear black for that long would be annoying. But I'm good at pretending to be sad. It's more about the sounds and the expression than the tears." She demonstrated, briefly, though quietly so as not to attract attention, ducking her head and letting her shoulders shake before straightening again. "See? I have a knack."

[mudbloodhater]

"Is that really an option, though? I'd almost rather just go naked. Though with our luck, that would start a trend in nudity amongst Tributes, to help them stick out like sore thumbs even more than before."

He tipped his head to one side as he watched her little display, amused and intrigued. "You are good at that. I suppose we could let the mourning go. Maybe just an armband or some such. You could hardly sacrifice style just for something like that."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Oh don't say that," Momoko said quickly. "You'll jinx us all." It wasn't even a joke, really. She wouldn't put anything past the Capitol fashionistas.

Momoko shrugged modestly. "I have practice. With enough tears I could get any amount of money out of my father when I needed it." She nodded. "An armband, very classy. And perhaps a veil, just for a short time. Lace is always in style."

[mudbloodhater]

He shivered. She was right, after all; with talk like that, they'd probably end up in very little if the Stylists could help it. Best not to let anyone overhear that.

"My mother would probably agree. I imagine she's already picked up some form of fascinator for if my father passes at some inopportune moment. At least, I wouldn't put it past her. She's terribly practical," Draco said, unable - unwilling, more like - to keep the thread of adoration for his mother from his voice.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"She sounds like a very sensible woman," said Momoko, pleased that Draco came from good stock. Nothing like the hopeless messes that were her own parents.

[mudbloodhater]

"She most definitely is," he told her, just as pleased. It showed in his face, his body language. Then he shifted a little, "More tea?"