"Well, I mean, not a date but...set your calendar." The word 'date' is uncomfortably romantic, what with him being fifteen and it seeming like his stylist is trying their damnedest to pimp him out as 'handsome'. Howard would prefer to stay as neutral on that front as possible, invisible to even innocuous inferences.
"Oh, uh, hi..." Howard looks like he doesn't quite recognize the woman, because he doesn't, but at the very least he recognizes her position. She's either a stylist or an escort, probably the latter, because generally they seem to wear the brightly colored outfits and bemoan how uncivilized and hopeless their tributes are. His own stylist has complained a few times about how it seems like Howard doesn't even want to be part of the Games, what nerve! "District 4, you said?"
He makes a mental note of that. As far as he knows, that's not anywhere near the multitude of people he's avoiding for various reasons (either because he killed them or because they killed him). He wouldn't exactly fall asleep anywhere near R - just because R seems chill doesn't mean Howard wants to let his guard down around someone who possibly tried to gnaw on a fangirl - but it might be nice to just lounge around on the couch with his new buddy. Watch TV. TV that isn't people dying.
He wonders if they have The Deadliest Catch in Panem.
"I'll see you around, Rob." He pulls out his credit card, all that useless blood money to blow. "Steak and bacon's on me."
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"Oh, uh, hi..." Howard looks like he doesn't quite recognize the woman, because he doesn't, but at the very least he recognizes her position. She's either a stylist or an escort, probably the latter, because generally they seem to wear the brightly colored outfits and bemoan how uncivilized and hopeless their tributes are. His own stylist has complained a few times about how it seems like Howard doesn't even want to be part of the Games, what nerve! "District 4, you said?"
He makes a mental note of that. As far as he knows, that's not anywhere near the multitude of people he's avoiding for various reasons (either because he killed them or because they killed him). He wouldn't exactly fall asleep anywhere near R - just because R seems chill doesn't mean Howard wants to let his guard down around someone who possibly tried to gnaw on a fangirl - but it might be nice to just lounge around on the couch with his new buddy. Watch TV. TV that isn't people dying.
He wonders if they have The Deadliest Catch in Panem.
"I'll see you around, Rob." He pulls out his credit card, all that useless blood money to blow. "Steak and bacon's on me."