is being an ass a career? // [mac&tati brunch]

[d10f ekta ram // [earthling]]

MACHIAVELLI HOPE

At the signal from the Gamemaker who desperately seemed to want her tributes to underestimate her, half the tributes rose and rotated. Not him though. The rather pretty avox who ghosted by his table simply swapped his partner's name card for another, which sent Irene on her way. For a split second he thought he might be sad to see her go. But then he remembered she willingly sewn her grandmother's dead lips shut and decided maybe he shouldn't be so sentimental.

With the room in flux, he thought it a good opportunity to refill his plate. He was halfway standing when he locked eyes with a tribute who clearly had the intention of sitting across from him.

He really should have looked at the new name card first. Not that it mattered. He knew exactly who she was.

Sinking back into the chair, Mac wiped one hand on his napkin and then snatched a paper from the bowl. "So, Tati," he spoke exceedingly slowly as he read the question to himself, pondered the delivery, and finally rushed through, "would you rather face a physically strong opponent who you know well or a stranger who is highly intelligent and cunning?"

Mac smirked. "And what if you happened to meet someone who was stronger and more cunning?"