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[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

In a way Wolfy felt relief when her name wasn't drawn. But she also began to not feel anything. She had pretty much known for days that her name would be the one to be drawn but yet here she was and some other girl had been chosen. Joseph ran up to her and threw his arms around her happy to have his big sister but Wolfy was numb.

Why didn't I volunteer? Wolfy suddenly thought. A wave of horror washed over her and she barely noticed when Joseph let go of her and grabbed onto her father instead.

Her father mentioned something about seeing her at the house later and Wolfy just nodded. Her red curls made it seem like it was a much bigger nod then what it was. In a blink of an eye it appeared the crowd had disappeared to return to their homes to celebrate or to go way goodbye to the ones they loved.

Wolfy sank to her knees in the dust not caring about possibly ruining her dress. Her beautiful hair that she had inherited from her mother gently fluttered in the breeze around her face. Then suddenly tears leaked out and ran down her face. Why was she upset about not being reaped? She should feel joy. But Wolfy knew in her heart that she was destined to be in the arena and she knew that the sooner she was there then the better for both her and her family.

Joseph needed better food and a place to live that could be kept warm during the cold winter and cool in the summer. Wolfy didn't know what she could do to provide for the little seven year old boy anymore. She couldn't pretend to be like her mother any longer. She wasn't strong like her.

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

James Duvonte

Every son is heaven's own
Not vagrants, as we treat them
Wastes of air and blood and bone
The monsters we have made them

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James stared up at the sun as he walked around the square while the reapings were taking place. It was his duty along with the other peacekeepers to guard the perimeter and make sure everyone who wasn't on their death bead was in the District Square watching the reapings. While all the other peacekeepers placed bets on how entertaining the Capitol's latest victim's death scenes would be, James was hoping they were old enough to handle themselves out there. He watched as the District Mayor stepped up and announced the tributes for this year's Hunger Games. Charas Harp and James Mocking. He has admittedly heard of Charas through various contacts of his, so he knew what she was. Poor thing. It was horrible what people would do around here just to survive.

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We bind them here
With doubt and fear
Our hate's the damning clue
An indelible marker paints
A grim and vile tattoo

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[Delphin]

The reaping was always the most stressful day of the year. His mother was extremely unstable on this day, more fragile than usual. The morning greeted him like it would every other: Bright and sunny, but bitter, terribly bitter. He sat up in bed. He could already hear his mother sniffling downstairs as she prepared breakfast.

He shuffled into the bathroom, running cold water on his face, and staring into the slightly blurred mirror. His black hair was unruly, skin just waking up from sleep. He focused on his eyes. They appeared grey, but if you looked really closely, you could see the green. He focused on the green. It made him different. He inhaled, and exhaled, one deep cleansing breath before getting ready for the reaping. This could very well be his last day in District 12. Once you were picked from the ball, you were too far away gone to think of coming back.

The town square was packed, people nearly spilling from the seams. He stood with other boys his age. Other boys that looked like him, talked like him, ate like him. One of them would be picked. That was certain. It was all in the cards, he knew. Everything was on a flimsy, stupid little card.

As it ended up, he didn't get reaped. His mother burst into tears as soon as the name was released. Clare Tatterdem was getting more and more emotional as the years went by. Celadon worried that one year he would get reaped. What would his mother do then? No job, no other family. She'd starve, or die of sickness, or heartache. The notion of his mother committing suicide was repulsive enough for it to physically make him sick.

As the people cleared out, and the celebration begun save for two families, Clare wrapped her thin arms around him in a tight hug. He returned it. He was now taller than his mother by a few solid inches. She was so small. He told her to go home, rest, that he'd catch up in a bit. She nodded, leaving her son in the square.

It was still busy, but there was a few things out of place. For one, there was a girl, crouched where she had stood. People flitted around her, but Celadon was curious. He knew for a fact that this girl was not related in anyway to the tributes this year. His biggest tip off: the red hair. She was a rare breed in District 12, not holding any of the typical phenotypes of the area. Where ever she came from, it was sheer bad luck that she ended up here.

He approached slowly, whistling to himself as he stood over her, hands tucked into his pockets. His blue button-down was rolled up to the elbows, forearms toned from work. Packages got heavy around here. He watched the girl for a long while, not trying to be creepy or anything, Celadon didn't swing that way, but he just couldn't think of anything to say. There was a time to be funny, and a time to be snarky. This time was neither of those, this was a time to be serious, and dare I say it: comforting.

"Need some help?" he questioned, at last, wrapping a large steady hand gently around her forearm, pulling her softly to her feet. It was slightly unnerving how light she way. He should expect it, though. Nearly everyone was underweight.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

After several minutes of her kneeling in the dust someone came up and grabbed her forearm and helped her up. His grip was strong and she found herself being easily lifted to her feet. Wolfy didn't want to say that she hadn't really needed help because in a way she had. She had been allowing herself to wallow in fear that she would soon be in the arena.

"Thank you," Wolfy said looking up into his eyes. She became almost hypnotized by those eyes. Such an interesting color. So beautiful the way they could be grey one second then green the next. She found herself blushing and looking away as she wiped away a few stubborn tears that had been on her cheeks still. It did not help she had realized he was so muscular too.

She knew she knew him from somewhere but she couldn't place him right away. "I must look like an awful mess right now," Wolfy said, "I mean I didn't even get reaped and here I am covered in dust crying. I must look pathetic."

"I'm Wolfy by the way. Wolfy Morasco," she added. She couldn't help but notice he was handsome. She tucked a curl of her red hair behind her ear only to have the wind to move it back out again.

He was handsome to her all the way but she couldn't just admit it. His black untidy hair seemed beautiful in a way despite being messed up a bit. But his eyes. His eyes attracted her attention the most. So unique and so interesting.

Her own eyes were not pretty. They were a dark brown that wasn't unique whatsoever. She couldn't help but use those dark brown eyes to take him in subconsciously as she waited for him to say something back to her.

[Delphin]

A crooked grin crossed his face when she thanked him. She may sound like other girls, but hell's teeth her hair definitely was one of a kind. Maybe they had a bunch of redheads in other districts, but not here.

He couldn't help but chuckle. He knew that he was suppose to be comforting and all, but it was just too funny. She had blushed. He could see where it could be a bit embarrassing. The Games were nothing if not serious, and Cel knew that. Celadon didn't conform to suppose-to-be's, and he wasn't about to start now. At least, he didn't appear to conform. He wasn't nearly as rebellious as the general populace made him out to be.

"Everyone's a mess on Reaping day. Don't worry, you fit right in." He grinned, "Except for that hair a'yours." He really couldn't get over her hair. It was so different and pretty and really, that was the best combination there is.

He already knew her name. It was hard being post boy and not knowing the name of nearly everybody. But her name was easy to remember. He wasn't about to tell her that though.

"Name's Celadon. Celadon Tatterdem, that is." He shook her hand, running his fingers through his hair before putting his hands back in his pocket. "You wanna get a drink or something, or are you going to burst into tears? The Reapings are quite stressful an' all." He tried to lighten his voice, and it didn't come off as light as he had hoped. Of course the Reapings were stressful. It was almost tasteless to joke about it, and even less tasteless to joke about it with a girl.

Hell's teeth, comforting was like walking on thin ice with no sign of shore.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

Wolfy couldn't help but blush a bit deeper whenever he mentioned her hair. Her hair was definitely something that stuck out a lot. It was the color of fire and seemed to have its personality some times. "My mother had the same hair," she said with a small smile, "We both used to come to reaping days and stick out like sore thumbs together." It was too bad her mother was no longer around.

She had finally recognized him just before he said his name. It wasn't because he wasn't a memorable person. She just didn't often receive any post. Celadon. His name was even unique. She smiled a little bit more because she couldn't help it. He was absolutely charming. When he shook her hand she felt awed by his strong grip. Celadon was more memorable to her then she was willing to admit. And the way he ran his fingers through his hair! Wolfy blushed again even though she tried not to.

The mood darkened a bit when he talked about the stressfulness of it all. "Yeah they are stressful especially if you have as much tessarae as I do," she said in sorrow.

"Still willing to go get a drink with you though," she said patting his shoulder and smiling, "We should be happy we weren't reaped this time. We should go get something to drink and maybe talk about our lives and forget the reaping for just a little while."

She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The reapings were hard on everyone after all. She wondered though if he was going through as much hardship about it as she was.

[Delphin]

"I remember the pair of you." he said. The district square had cleared out, a few people still caught up in the bitterness of the Reaping before going off to celebrations. It really was a shame that the District survival rate was so low, and with two of their children getting killed every year for entertainment. It was something you had to live with, around here. "If everybody's going to be looking at you, at least it's because you're different and your brother isn't the town drunk. That would be something to blush about." he joked lightly, the previous heaviness seemingly gone.

He frowned, just slightly, but a frown nonetheless. Tessarae was something that Celadon never approved of. No person, no child should have to put their lives at stake to provide for their family. It was one of those things that all humans should have a right to. It made him angry, but he wasn't nearly stupid enough to try and get through a winter without it. The winters in District 12 could be particularly harsh. "Anyone could be picked though. You shouldn't get too confident that you won't," he glanced down at her, "but you shouldn't bank that you will get picked either." That's how emotional breakdown's happen. He's seen enough to last a lifetime. The letters were the worst. They were small, and thin. They claimed the mail system a few days after the games. They were tear stained, the letters shaky. "It's better that way."

"Brilliant. I don't know where you usually get your drinks, but I know this great place." He laughed lightly. There was really only one place to get drinks around here. Town, or the hob. The Hob would probably be packed to the gills, but Celadon was experienced enough to navigate it. Wolfy might be, too, considering the tessarae. "Come on. We'll never get anything at this rate. Maybe we should make a pitstop at a party or something. I think I have some mail to swindle some beverages from someone." A crooked smirk, and a raised brow down at his redheaded company. "Or we could just wait until everyone is too drunk to care and practically handing out drinks. That is, if there are any left."

He hoped his only slightly sarcastic jokes cheered the mood up some. It would be such a buzz kill if they didn't. He didn't want to seem completely tasteless. They started walking, and Cel kept his hands to himself, well he did until they reached the crowded party areas. Egad. There were always so many people, some drunk, some crying. It was treacherous waters. "You ready?" he asked lightly, before grabbing her hand and diving head first into the crowds. "Don't want you getting lost, yeah?" he joked, raising a brow, simultaneously worming his way through packs of people and glancing back over his shoulder at her. The red hair made her easier to spot.

They almost got bowled over by some kids playing around with an empty trash can. "Oi, watch it!" he said, pulling Wolfy towards him to avoid the rouge tin can. Kids these days. He did the same thing when he was younger through, always causing trouble, so he couldn't really hold it against them. He did have one trick up his sleeve. He knew all their mothers. Hah! Someone wasn't coming out to play in the morrrrrningggg.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

Wolfy smiled a little bit when he said he remembered the pair of them. She felt a little sad though remembering her mother. Oh how she missed her everyday!

"I'll let you choose where we go," she said with a laugh. He was such a nice guy. Sure they had talked about some morbid things already but you couldn't just ignore them when they were around you everyday. Celadon seemed to understand her feelings already and that made her smile even if some of them were morbid.

As they started walking, Wolfy was very tempted to grab his hand but she did not think that such a move would make him feel comfortable. When he grabbed her hand and pulled her along she smiled at the contact. She blushed because she wasn't even used to holding hands with anyone let alone a strong handsome guy like Celadon.

She flailed for a bit when Celadon's pulling her closer to avoid the trash can knocked her off balance. She ended up running right into him and used him to catch herself before she could fall.

"Sorry," she said laughing at herself but blushing because of the momentary closeness she had had with him. What was it about Celadon that had her heart almost racing? He made her feel a bit exhilarated.

"Well where are we going now?" she asked as she took a step back realizing she might be making him uncomfortable. She still held his hand though feeling the warm muscled skin on her own.

[Delphin]

He scrambled lightly when she tripped, being sure to steady her as she fell against him. Celadon was almost positive he stopped breathing for a minute there. "You alright?" he asked, as she collected herself, feeling the immediate moment she stepped away from him, even through dozens of people surged around them. Hells teeth, he's got it bad.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to Old Uncle Sam." He glanced down at her, uneasy. He knew the general perception of the geezer. He was harmless, really. Maybe a little sarcastic and gruff and rude.... She'd just have to trust him. "I, uh. Help him out sometimes. He sends a lot of.. letters." His eyebrows crinkled together, slightly. It was really a sad story. The old man lived all by himself, and nobody liked him very much. He had a real golden heart, though, Old Sam. He really did.

"I mean, unless you got to go celebrate with that brother of yours. I should really check in on my mother, but Old Sam'll let us have a drink. I promised you a drink, now didn't I? I did. Okay." He was rambling and he knew it like a bee had stung him on the tip of his nose. He quirked an eyebrow, dropping her hand when they broke from the crowds. The air was fresher here. Cold bordering on frigid, the temperature was steadily dropping at night, but the sun still came out to warm the days. It was still early in the season yet, but soon enough District 12 would be snow-locked and people will be dropping like flies.

Nobody was in this section of town, with the celebrations going on elsewhere. The street lights in the Seam were dirty and blinking, hardly a good light-source, but Cel knew the area well. He paused at an intersection. They were just going to leave the main road in favor for a smaller, more webbed section of the Seam. Here the roads were not built in a cross section, but winding, and weaving and interlocked. They say this is where the first settlers of District 12 lived, and the settlements got more organized and orderly as time went on and the District expanded. It was ironic how, now, this was one of the poorest, most excluded neighborhoods.

But that might also be because of the grumpy old man who seemed to have a solid grip on the neighborhood.

"I can walk you home if you need to. It's not a problem." he offered, half hoping she wouldn't back out because of Old Sam.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

"I'm fine," Wolfy said blushing. She normally didn't blush so much but he seemed to make her a blush like crazy. She acutally wished she was close up to him again which made her blush a bit more. Why was she having such a time around him? What was making her heart race a little bit?

She had heard some rumors about Old Uncle Sam but she didn't think they were true. Everyone started rumors about people and most of the time they were just nasty lies. Occasionally though the rumors were true which was the reason she felt a little aprehnsive but she knew she would just have to trust Celadon. She gave his hand a little reassuring squeeze as the continued to weave through the crowd. She was curious to know why the old man sent so many letters but she thought it was rude of her to ask.

"Joseph will be fine. My father is off of work today so they can spend some quality father son time," she said to reassure him, "They don't really get the chance to spend much time alone together. I mean if you would rather go check on your mother that's fine but I'd rather go get a drink with you."

They began to weave through the small side streets and he released her hand. She frowned a little bit missing that warmth but quickly hid the frown. She had loved the warmth of his muscular hand holding her own small pale thin hands. It had felt comforting.

"I told you I wanted to get a drink," she said laughing, "And dagnabbit we are going to get that drink."

She smiled at Celadon sweetly as she looked into his beautiful eyes. Wolfy wasn't going to back out and miss the chance to get to know this guy. She took Celadon's hand again and gave it another quick squeeze and held it smiling. Wolfy had already begun to realize he was a great guy both with looks and personality and even skill. Whoever the girl was that captured his heart someday would be a lucky girl indeed.

[Delphin]

Oh, father/son time. Sometimes, he forgot other families had that. A bitter taste rested in his mouth, for a moment before she made by for it. He was laughing, the cold making his breath fog in front of his face. Well, she certainly was a firecracker, this one. If he wasn't careful, he had a feeling he'd get burnt. "Fine, fine, Snaps. Mind if I call ya Snaps? Anyways, Old Sam'll give us a drink, as sure as my nose is on my face."

He was surprised when she took his hand again. Maybe she was more nervous than she let on. Yeah, that was it. He didn't drop her hand, though. It was nice, ya know? Celadon guided them up to a door, at least a week's worth of milk bottles sitting on the stoop. The paint on the door was peeling, in desperate need of a new paint job. He knocked loudly on the door. There as a muffled answer from inside. He shrugged, turned to Wolfy, a grin sitting crookedly on his face. "Ready?" he asked, shouldering open the door. It got stuck sometimes for disuse. It stuck fast for a few moments, springing open quickly after the third attempt. "Hell's teeth old man, didn't I tell ya to fix that door?" He closed the door behind them before all the heat could escape.

Old Sam stared. He was a tall man, grey, closer to white, hair still thick on his head. He had dark, dark eyes, and horrible posture. Old people didn't really care about that sort of stuff. He was lounging on the couch, smoking a cigar, a half full bottle of whisky sitting on the table next to the couch. "Hey," he slurred lightly, drunk, but still coherent, "Hey, hey, Donny. Who's the girl? Mighty pretty one, hey, wanna drink, hey Donny Kid?"

"Don't scare her. I promised a drink, so I'm going to go get one."
"What I tell you about barging in here and taking all my drinks, ya hooligan, huh?"
"Hey now, play nice." He disappeared into the kitchen, feeling slightly guilty about leaving Snaps in there. He grabbed a couple cups, and then the mail sitting on the kitchen table. There were a couple stained white envelopes, reeking of whisky and cigar smoke. He could recite the addresses off the top of his head. They didn't exist in District 12, not anymore. He listened to the other room. It was silent, Old Sam probably staring the hell outta the girl.
Reappearing, he handed Wolfy a glass, holding up a few choices: soda, probably stale, water, and a beer. He didn't touch the hard liquor (not this year, anyhow). Old Sam'll lose his marbles.

"Sorry." he whispered to Wolfy, turning and sitting on the coffee table. "Pick one, whichever you want. Ey, Sam, this is Wolfy Morasco." He placed the different drinks on the the table, tucking the mail on the other side.
"You think I don't know that, Donny Kid? Course she's a Morasco kid. No other hair like that around here." He was being a little snappy, but he beckoned for the pair to find a seat. "She can speak for herself, now can't she?"

He was going to defend her, but he figured she could defend herself pretty well. Probably comes with the red hair.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

She smiled at the nickname and loved it. "I don't mind," she said smiling, "But your gonna have to let me come up with a nickname for you too." Wolfy started going over possible nicknames in her head as they came to a stop outside of a shabby building. There were so many milk bottles outside of the door. Old Sam must not leave his house very often. It took Celadon a great deal to get the door open.

As she looked into the house for the first time she laid eyes on the older man. He looked a bit scary as if he wasn't completely human. She let out a little cough from the cigarette smoke that she managed to hide in her sleeve. When Celadon left the room she looked around it as she avoided the old man's eyes. They seemed to pierce through her and she let out a little shiver. She was relieved when Celadon came back in the room.

"Yeah I can speak for myself," Wolfy said as she looked at the older man before picking up the beer and pooring a bit of it in one of the cups. It seemed like the safest choice since the soda's expiration date made it very unlikely that it would taste even a bit decent. Of course beer wasn't the best tasting thing but if she had wanted water then she would have gone home.

She took a sip then grinned at Celadon. "Donny eh?" she said teasingly planning on using that for his nickname. Wolfy had managed to realize that Old Uncle Sam wasn't as scary as he seemed. She noticed the letters that Celadon had but she didn't say anything. They could always talk later. It seemed Sam knew Donny quite well. She was wondering how he knew about her family as well?

"You know about my family sir?" Wolfy asked politely.

[Delphin]

"Good, 'cause I was going to call you Snaps, regardless." A cheeky grin. "You just try," he threatened lightly, quirking an eyebrow.

Old Uncle Sam watched the pair. And what a pair they made. If they ever got reaped, the stylists sure would have a fun time with them, that's for sure. Celadon's eyes were unique and the Capitolites would devour his charm and appeal. Wolfy, on the other hand, had the hair that would inspire fashion statements throughout the Capitol. What better from the District of Coal then a girl on fire? For this year they were safe, but there was no telling what the future could hold.
All Sam knew was: if Donny Kid was reaped, nobody would come around. Nobody would pick up his mail. He would drown in more loneliness than the old guy could handle.

Celadon glanced over at her, raising a brow, before taking the other half of the beer, and taking a swig straight from the bottle. He was only being polite and all bringing out the cups. "That the best you got, Snaps?" he responded, seemingly unaffected by her amusement at his nickname. Donny, hell's teeth. With his luck it would catch on and spread through the whole district.

"Oh," he scoffed lightly, "of course I know about you Morascos." he nodded solemnly. He sat up, his cigar between his teeth, as he reached for the bottle. "I sure know you alright. Pretty as your mom."

Sam's dark eyes looked over Snaps, and Celadon felt as if the tension was growing. He masked it with another sip of his beer, clearing his throat lightly. He disliked Old Sam when he was in these kind of moods. It was like he could see right through your blood and bones and straight into your soul. It unsettled him, not that he'd every let him show. No he was the man of the house: he was made of tougher stuff.

"I remember when your parents first got together. What a mess he was. She was radiant, though. Whatta star. Oh, yes. I remember. Hard to miss them in a crowd, if ya know what I mean." Smoke snaked around his head, tainting his lungs, the fumes staining the air. He took another swig of the whisky, clearing his throat. He placed the bottle down on the table between the two kids, loudly, a knowing smirk on his face.

Celadon didn't know what to make of it, the that smirk definitely wasn't something good. It was probably embarrassing and much too true.

"You could always tell when they were around. The sunlight followed them through the clouds."

It was definitely going to be a long night.

[Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy]

Wolfy smiled at Celadon and gave a little playful wink before taking another sip of her beer. "Not happy with that little nickname hmmm?" she asked teasingly as she poked him in the side, "I'll come up with something better as long as I get to see you more often after tonight."

She really was hoping to see Celadon more often. Wolfy wanted to be able to find out more about the mail boy who had such unique eyes and who made her blush so easily. She wanted to know why he made her heart flutter whenever he stopped her from falling and she wanted to know more about his family and his life. Celadon seemed like a great guy and Wolfy was determined that she would unravel the mystery he presented her.

Wolfy listened to Old Sam speak of her parents and squirmed under his gaze but tried to not let it show. She took a gulp of her beer as she tried to ignore the way he looked through her. Without realizing it Wolfy found herself reaching for Celadon's hand. Her small nimble fingers that were so good with sewing closed around the strong muscular ones of Celadon. She had not even realized what she was doing until she had done it.

"They never told me how they met," Wolfy said. She didn't add though that her mother never had talked about where she was from or the fact she had eavesdropped on her parents to learn her mother was from the Capital. She also did not mention how her father never spoke of her mother anymore.

She found her gaze looking down into the contents of her cup rather then up at either of them. It was hard for her when she thought about her mother. She was her mother's little wolf and always would be. Wolfy tried to stay brave everyday because of her love for her mother but it was so hard on her especially on the reaping day.

[Delphin]

Oh, she could just try. Just try. He smirked lightly into his drink, finishing it and putting the glass down on the table. He sighed, rolling the tension from his shoulders, relaxing lightly. Snaps might be real pretty and sweet, but Celadon figured there was a side to her that could be a real pain in the ass. He liked that about people, though. The dimensions. It made life interesting.

Cel swallowed uncomfortably, like Wolfy, not meeting the eyes of either. Instead, he looked through the mail, noting the three envelopes. He was so tired, all of a sudden. So damn tired. His muscles stiffened, as if it would block out the tension of Reaping day. He didn't even realize that Snaps had threaded her fingers through his until she spoke. He lifted his gaze to look at Sam, waiting for his response.

The old geezer chuckled. "That's not important, child. One day, the weekly train stopped in at District 12. They stepped off, and didn't look back. Quite a pair. Quite a pair, much like you, truth be told." He stared at them, shaking his head lightly, a frown coming over his features. Everything just repeated itself, Sam knew from experience. He did not like what was to come.

He glanced at Snaps. She looked tired, and stressed. Her brows creased together ever so slightly, as if she were building a wall. Celadon wasn't the only one who noticed. Mothers were quite a sore topic around here. Sam already knew about Donny Kid and his mother. He did them all a favor.

"You've got your drink. Now scram. Leave an old man be." He inhaled on his cigar roughly, savoring the smoke in his throat.

Celadon didn't need another word. He bolted up from his seat, mail in one hand, Snap's hand in the other. Wordlessly, he saluted him, already making his way to the door, Snaps in tow. Sam watched them go, nodding to himself as the pair closed the door behind them.

The air chilled significantly once outside, and their breathe fogged heavily in front of their faces. He was slightly surprised at the temperature, glancing at the sky. Clouds covered the stars. Figures. "Here. It's cold." he said lightly, slipping off his jacket, and draping it across her shoulders. He gently put the letters in his back pocket. Their pace slowed significantly, now they were outside. With his now free hand, the other holding one of Snap's hands, Cel rubbed his eyes, dragging his hand over his face before ruffling his hair. "I can walk you home."