The gasp sends a weird shiver up his back that jolts him up and whirls him around before he realizes he's moving. Compared to his days as a zombie, it's borderline lightning fast reactions. For a human, it's laughably slow. When R turns, he shows all his cards with his open hands: he's not armed, but neither is he carrying any items worth stealing. What he does have going for him is sheer size now that he's not hunched over.
"Oh!" R fishes about frantically for something to say that isn't please don't kill me, I just got here. "I, uh, I'm not going to hurt you. We could share?"
R nods toward the case that's filled with stuff with pointy edges and gilded with gold and jewels that could've made District 4 rich for a year. He'd thought they looked pretty. The other Tribute's one he's never seen - or ate - before, with broad shoulders that he suddenly thinks would make a girl swoon and sideburns to die for. R's particularly impressed by the sideburns. They don't grow those like that anymore or, well, ever. He thinks he likes the man's eyes: they're big and soulful and he immediately wants to believe he won't murder him for food. He manages a feeble smile, aiming for hopeful.
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"Oh!" R fishes about frantically for something to say that isn't please don't kill me, I just got here. "I, uh, I'm not going to hurt you. We could share?"
R nods toward the case that's filled with stuff with pointy edges and gilded with gold and jewels that could've made District 4 rich for a year. He'd thought they looked pretty. The other Tribute's one he's never seen - or ate - before, with broad shoulders that he suddenly thinks would make a girl swoon and sideburns to die for. R's particularly impressed by the sideburns. They don't grow those like that anymore or, well, ever. He thinks he likes the man's eyes: they're big and soulful and he immediately wants to believe he won't murder him for food. He manages a feeble smile, aiming for hopeful.