If there really is a pastry shop in some world that claims to be selling Despair Donuts, Haruto is going to have to go and find a way to have words with them. Donuts bring hope, as far as he's concerned. That's the right and natural order of the universe, wherever that universe might be.
But back in the moment... all this time being an enormous killjoy towards his friends and district-mates about keeping it down, and he's the one that keeps making too much noise and getting crept up on. It figures. The moment Hawke makes herself known he gives a shout, jolts, and tosses the donut he's currently working on up in the air. And then he's up and grabbing for it and securing it again, because donuts are very important.
"What th.... you!" His shock is already fading, and any anger is gone and replaced with amusement. He liked Hawke, and they were from the same District. Nothing to worry about, here. "They're donuts. You want one? My valentine sent me a whole pile of them." At that little quip he looks skywards and gives his eyebrows a waggle. There have got to be cameras on this. Might as well play it up. Maybe he'll get a sixth box.
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But back in the moment... all this time being an enormous killjoy towards his friends and district-mates about keeping it down, and he's the one that keeps making too much noise and getting crept up on. It figures. The moment Hawke makes herself known he gives a shout, jolts, and tosses the donut he's currently working on up in the air. And then he's up and grabbing for it and securing it again, because donuts are very important.
"What th.... you!" His shock is already fading, and any anger is gone and replaced with amusement. He liked Hawke, and they were from the same District. Nothing to worry about, here. "They're donuts. You want one? My valentine sent me a whole pile of them." At that little quip he looks skywards and gives his eyebrows a waggle. There have got to be cameras on this. Might as well play it up. Maybe he'll get a sixth box.