Unfortunately, the boy’s heavy feet seemed to find every possible way of making noise, no matter how hard he tried not to. Silently cursing himself, Cato bit down on his lower lip, drawing ruby red specks of blood. He refrained from pulling his knife out, his hands were just as complex weapons anyway. He was very strong- no doubting that. And he’d use it to hurt, and to harm people. Not for good. Again, his head twisted to the side when she called in a hoarse, croaky voice, and his eyebrows raised. Surely, if an attacker was out there, he wasn’t just going to answer her. But… considering Cato wasn’t planning on attacking her… yet… he decided to answer. “Yes.” He replied coolly, “but what brings you out by this lake?” He added quickly, to heighten his point. He was here to see what she was doing. It made sense. Although, Cato found the girl to be a bit of a threat… he’d seen how Clove had been looking at her… it infuriated him beyond belief. Remain civil, his mind chided cautiously.
eternally-bliss:
Seconds passed, and Bliss still hadn’t heard anyone answer her question. Maybe it was nothing, she thought. She was just being paranoid. Unexpected, a boy’s voice replied back. It sounded familiar, but she knew it wasn’t anyone from District 12 because he has a slight coldness on his reply. “Nothing, really. I was just visiting on where my friend and I went before. The district’s quite boring today.” She commented. She hasn’t got any friends, except for Madge, Leo, and Finnick. She was okay with the others, especially Prim, but she doubted that Katniss wouldn’t approve on her talking to Prim. “Can you show yourself? I don’t want to look stupid talking to someone hidden there in the trees.” Bliss said lightly, a bit of humor in her voice. She didn’t want to make an enemy out of someone today, nor any day that comes after this.
He nodded curtly when she gave him her explanation on why she’d been sat at a lake on her own. “The District’s always boring. It always will be, here. We’re outsiders. We don’t belong here.” He retorted, a slight icy lilt to his voice. “But yes.” He added thoughtfully, slowly stepping to the side. His knife still hidden in its sheath. “We didn’t really get off to a good start. Not that I want to rectify it, or was I implying that we should become better friends… no. That was a mere observation. But… it does seem rather… odd, how you might think that I followed you here. I didn’t.” He assured her, raising his hands slightly. “Nor am I going to attack you. But you’re not from 12, are you?” He asked, almost curious as to where Bliss was from. It still didn’t quell the enmity he felt toward her, about Clove.
