All in all, this could have gone a lot worse. Maybe giving into the Capitol's bullshit whims every now and then isn't such a bad thing.
Brock laughs a little when Milla bites, a sort of breathless chuckle in between kisses; he knew there was a reason he liked her, and it's that kind of playfulness that always draws him to a woman. It's like she recognizes this situation for just how stupid it is -- they're in kiddie pajamas, making out in a closet, ostensibly being recorded -- but decides to make the best of it anyway. He already can tell that positivity is hard to come by among Tributes, so it's just nice.
"I guess we don't have time for anything else," he says, voice low and husky as he pulls away a little, his eyes hooded in the dim lighting. Not that he really seems to mind; he pushes Milla's hair back to kiss the side of her neck, nudging her backwards towards the wall. They are still... literally in a closet, so it's not like there's a lot of room to maneuver.
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Brock laughs a little when Milla bites, a sort of breathless chuckle in between kisses; he knew there was a reason he liked her, and it's that kind of playfulness that always draws him to a woman. It's like she recognizes this situation for just how stupid it is -- they're in kiddie pajamas, making out in a closet, ostensibly being recorded -- but decides to make the best of it anyway. He already can tell that positivity is hard to come by among Tributes, so it's just nice.
"I guess we don't have time for anything else," he says, voice low and husky as he pulls away a little, his eyes hooded in the dim lighting. Not that he really seems to mind; he pushes Milla's hair back to kiss the side of her neck, nudging her backwards towards the wall. They are still... literally in a closet, so it's not like there's a lot of room to maneuver.