thearena | Plain Sugar Please

Who| Haruto Soma and you!
What| The donut wizard asked for donuts, and he got them. Lots of them.
Where| Around?
When| Week 3-ish
Warnings/Notes| High in calories?

He had been half-joking, when the little camera had asked him to smile and say what he'd like for a Valentine's Day gift. There were smarter things he could have requested, useful things, but it was so ridiculous a thing to have happen that he just blurted out the first thing he thought of. "Plain sugar donuts! Just plain sugar. No fancy stuff!" It's not like they'd send them raining from the sky just for him. He'd combed through half the Capitol on his own trying to find a satisfactory plain and simple donut and come up empty. The Gamemakers wouldn't be able to do it.

Which is why the first package of donuts to come parachuting gently from the sky was such a surprise. He had been out in the snow, intently checking the amateurish snares that he'd set, when the heard the little chime, and he had acted quickly enough to snatch the delivery right out of the air. Upon popping it open, the first thing he saw, resting gently atop some very pleasant looking donuts, was a note signed '<3 Nitou', and it's just about enough to make him drop the whole thing all over the ground. He sputters, he doubles over, he stifles his laughter... and then pulls one of the donuts from the package, holds it up to the sky in a 'cheers' motion, and takes a big bite. And it is very good. If Nitou is going to keep this game of fan-teasing chicken going, he is alright with it if it means he gets free plain sugar donuts.

It's an hour later that another package of donuts is parachuted in, containing the same note. And then comes another. And another. Eventually Haruto is left sitting on a log, a stack of five donut boxes beside him, his jacket covered in powdered sugar and a dumb grin on his face. He is unable to stifle that laughter any more. If he attracts someone that wants to kill him? Who even cares? He's got donuts. He's good. And he might even be inclined to share them, if asked nicely.

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She does seem to take a little comfort in that and reflects back to the last time she and Tuffnut had refused to ride their dragon. It had gotten into all sorts of trouble around town.

Then she looked curious, puzzled and eager as he explained his own situation. Her beady eyes squinted and she stared hard at him as if maybe she could see the shape of a small dragon in his stomach.

"It must be really tiny to fit in your scrawny body."

To be fair...most Viking men were big beefy man mountains so don't feel bad about that scrawny jab.

He has not heard himself described as scrawny at any time in recent memory. It strikes him as so shockingly funny that he snorts and briefly doubles over, and has to fight not to descend into helpless laughter.

"No, no..." He shakes his head vigorously, all the while trying to take in a long enough breath and hold it to get himself under control. "It's magic, okay? It's a magic dragon. Haah... it's not a physical thing. It's..." There's a circular motion of his hands as he tries to think of a way to put it that doesn't sound silly. This is probably an impossible task, though. "...it's in my soul? Something like that."

Calm is settling back upon him, and he sits back slightly. "...and Dragon's huge when he's out. Big enough to ride. Even if I've got to wrestle him a bit, first..."

She doesn't seem to understand why he's laughing, but it doesn't seem to be at her expense so she'll allow it and make for another doughnut while he talks.

"So you've got a magic dragon in your soul." She repeated back to him trying to warp her head around the idea. It wasn't hard since souls were a strange and vague thing in Ruffnut's young mind.

"So when he comes out you wrestle him and ride him around and then...what? Blow stuff up?" She sounded really hopeful to that last part. Because if this guy was even a little closer to being a Viking from Berk it would make her happy.

He doesn't attempt to stop her grab for another donut, partially because he's laughing hard enough that he doesn't have the reflexes to do it. Aaah, what's the harm in letting her have one more?

"Yeah. A magic dragon." He nods as he says it. In all honesty, souls are a strange and vague thing for Haruto, too. He's overdue to be sat down and given a proper chat on how the metaphysics of what he does actually works. Thus far, 'put on ring, turn on belt, make magic happen' is more or less how he understands it. "And then we blow stuff up, yeah. Great big Phantoms that're trying to kill people. Pretty cool, huh?"

"That is really cool!" Ruffnut agreed looking at him with a whole new light of respect. "I hope they turn the powers back on so I can actually see what that looks like."

Because being one of the tributes who lacked extra powers of any kind, Ruffnut was always keen to see them in action.

"Aah, that'd be nice..." Well, wait, would it? The last time powers were on, it didn't end so great. There's a little twitch to his smile, and then he's looking away and absently brushing powdered sugar from his fingers. "Well. It'd be something. They turned it on for the arena in space. Couldn't let him out there, no room..." And no rings for that exact purpose either...

"...so hey, what's your name? I'm Haruto." That's enough bragging. Any more, and he'll brag himself right into a corner. Time to change the subject.

"Oh uh...Ruffnut." She answered a little thrown off by the realization that they didn't know each others names. It still amazed her that so few people had really intimidating names around here. How were they supposed to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies? He wasn't even like "Haruto the brave!" or "Haruto the dragon soul guy" or "Haruto the sugary!" He was just Haruto.

"Thanks for the snacks" She added in a rare display of manners.

People had such strange names, here. But 'Ruffnut' kind of seemed to suit this tough, wiry girl. He takes it in with a nod and a grin.

"Likewise. And hey, no problem. Here..." And he closes the box and passes the rest of it to her. "I've got plenty more. Might as well share my good luck." He's not going to outright come out and say that he knows how much it sucks to starve, and how hard food is to come by out here. That's got to be obvious. So he's just going to be generous... and then he's going to bring his backpack around and try to find space for the other four boxes. It's cold, and sitting around is probably not the greatest idea.

Taking the box almost a little too greedily Ruffnut eyed him once more, puzzled as to his generosity. Weren't they supposed to be killing one another? How was someone so kind still alive?

Well she wasn't going to be the one to kill him. So she tried to find a tough but cool way to depart before he changed his mind and asked for the treats back

"Well uh...don't die then."

Nailed it.

She just didn't know what to make of that, did she? He's alright with that, though. His habit of passing out food to those that seemed to need it had served him well so far. It's probably why Loki didn't try to kill him in his sleep a week or two back. So he just keeps on smiling.

"You too. Stay safe, alright?"

And alright, he has gotten three boxes of donuts into the backpack, he'll just tuck the other one under one arm....

Plain Sugar Please

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Seems like a good spot to finish this up?

Yes, thank you this was lovely!

Likewise!