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thecapitol2013-09-09 03:29 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-09 03:29 pm
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Of all the money that e'er I spent...
WHO| Wyatt and OTA
WHAT| Wyatt takes his unexpected new pet for a walk.
WHERE| A Capitol cafe, not too far from Tribute Tower
WHEN| After this.
Warnings| None.
Loaded down with a pair of Miss Pasha's Tribbles and eager to show them off, Wyatt's escort had been quick to leave him to his own devices after leaving the woman's shop, which was more than fine by the marshal. He was happy to find his own way back to the Tower, his own striped Tribble riding along on his shoulder, purring softly in his ear.
Still unexpected, still surprised Pasha had insisted, without repayment, he still hadn't quite figured out what he was supposed to do with the tiny, trembling beast, but it seemed harmless enough and she had said they were easy to keep.... If nothin' else, he supposed Max would get a laugh out of it. This little bit, looking like something his tiger had coughed up in a corner somewhere.
More than once, Wyatt was stopped on the sidewalk by curious passersby, some who had seen Pasha's broadcast, and others who hadn't, but all wanting to know more about the strange creature cooing happily from it's perch as it was petted and fussed over. Dutifully, he answered what questions he could and for the rest, he directed them back to the little shop with its many baubles.
At a cafe not far from his destination, he was stopped by one woman at a table near the sidewalk, but within minutes had gathered a small knot of a crowd, all of them asking after his new friend.
WHAT| Wyatt takes his unexpected new pet for a walk.
WHERE| A Capitol cafe, not too far from Tribute Tower
WHEN| After this.
Warnings| None.
Loaded down with a pair of Miss Pasha's Tribbles and eager to show them off, Wyatt's escort had been quick to leave him to his own devices after leaving the woman's shop, which was more than fine by the marshal. He was happy to find his own way back to the Tower, his own striped Tribble riding along on his shoulder, purring softly in his ear.
Still unexpected, still surprised Pasha had insisted, without repayment, he still hadn't quite figured out what he was supposed to do with the tiny, trembling beast, but it seemed harmless enough and she had said they were easy to keep.... If nothin' else, he supposed Max would get a laugh out of it. This little bit, looking like something his tiger had coughed up in a corner somewhere.
More than once, Wyatt was stopped on the sidewalk by curious passersby, some who had seen Pasha's broadcast, and others who hadn't, but all wanting to know more about the strange creature cooing happily from it's perch as it was petted and fussed over. Dutifully, he answered what questions he could and for the rest, he directed them back to the little shop with its many baubles.
At a cafe not far from his destination, he was stopped by one woman at a table near the sidewalk, but within minutes had gathered a small knot of a crowd, all of them asking after his new friend.
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"Yeah," he said, his voice heavy enough to contain the self loathing, but strong enough not to fail.
He dropped his hand.
"But that's not the point of this. The point of this is that I want to look out for you, if I can, and I want you to know that. I gave you a gift, last arena. Sunglasses."
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"You wrote the poem." The pieces came together with a gentle click in the back of his mind, understanding washing across his face like a wave, smoothing the uncertain wrinkle.
It had been an odd thing - a few small printed lines on the white paper, no name - and had made him uncomfortable enough that the glasses had done little other than gather dust in the arena. (Though he offered them to Max.) But somehow, knowing now who the man was, it made more sense. Katurian, he'd been a writer.
His head tipped, a fraction to one side, eyeing this Katurian again.
"I... thank ya. That was mighty kind of ya."
Strange, but nice enough. Especially since he knew, without Max, he wouldn't have gotten much of anything.
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Pride elevated him beyond his usual suffering.
"I'm not much for poetry, myself." He stood straighter. Spoke louder. "I mean, I think of them more like rhymes than poems, like things you say on the playground, stuff like that. What I really do is short stories, but that's -- haha -- another story."
He beamed at Wyatt, then his lips fell.
"It's nice to meet you, finally."
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He couldn't say it was pleasant to some strange copy of a man he'd known - so similar and yet so different - but, he would give the man the same benefit he tried to give every one.
The chance to prove themselves, to show their colors, before he decided one way or the other.