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Only footsteps outside of the Training Academy’s lot, Haymitch was ambushed by a flash of colour and a squeal of happiness.
“Hey,” he greeted, lacking enthusiasm when you detached yourself from him.
It could only be helped. Two straight years of learning how to kill somebody was a little damaging to the mind.
“You got tall,” you noted, your eyes flickering with understanding as you looped your arm through his. “Aren’t you a handsome fellow.”
He pretended to flip his hair like a typical Capitol asshole, making you laugh. A growth spurt was good for one thing, he supposed.