That Summer [Branthea]

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

He watched as her face and ears turned red, and shifted a little uncomfortably. Breaking what meager eye contact they had had, he looked down. It was then that he noticed she had no shoes, or even socks, on. Now his mouth tightened slightly as he wondered whether he should just walk away so they could both go back to whatever they were on their way to do. He had shifted his weight off of his right leg as he prepared to take a step back, but he never did. Her voice made him stop as she said, "Well, Brant, would you like to come inside for a cup of tea?"

The offer started him some, but it was enough to make him raise his gaze to her face again. As he looked up, he saw her gesture with one outstretched arm toward the house directly behind her. It was the largest house on the block, but compared to the glimpses of the Capitol on the television it was nothing. However, compared to his little house that he shared with his parents, it was huge. To think that he had been offered entrance into some place such as that, it was incredible. Incredible and completely unexpected.

The Mayor's wife had already made her way up the steps to reach the front door, not waiting for him to follow as she had made the ascent. He hurried to catch up, taking the stone steps two at a time. When he reached the front door to stand beside Mrs. Perch, he started to wonder whether he should tell her that he didn't drink tea, or whether he should just drink it anyway. It wasn't as though he hated tea, he just preferred juice or just plain water. Not to mention, he also wasn't used to drinking tea, as the leaves or bags were more money per cup than his parents liked.

So he just stood there silently, his green eyes on the woman before him as he waited for her to open the door. It felt weird, to be about to enter the Mayor's residence especially with the Mayor's wife. He wondered if any other members of the Perch family were home. Probably not, the Mayor would surely be busy and any kids they had, he suspected there were at least two, would probably be training or at school. A flicker of uncertainty went through him, making him ask himself if he should turn down the offer. But then a little voice in the back of his head, oh ripred was he going mad said, who cares if that's what she wants. You're no child anymore.

He decided to stay, decided to enter the house despite the thought of what it might actually be that she wants. Not letting himself be nervous, he smiled at the woman beside him, and walked into the house. After taking off his shoes, he spent a moment just listening. He couldn't hear anyone else, but that didn't mean they were alone. Surely, she wouldn't take offense if he asked. "So, Mrs Perch. Is there anyone else here?"

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Other: XD I shouldn't want this so bad, but I do.

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Althea Lassandra Dials Perch

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The nervousness of being caught in such a personal moment overwhelmed Althea and she had quickly spouted off the usual Mayor's Wife protocall. Come inside for tea. A simple gesture in which she may be able to keep the boy from talking to anyone about this strange encounter. No one needed to know how lonely she may feel, or how much she longed for her husband.

The boy seemed very eager, walking right into the house- which was a hell of a lot nicer than whatever slum he probably lived in- and even removed his shoes. Althea cocked an eyebrow up at the boy's cockiness. It reminded her of a special someone she knew, a Career boy who could bend almost anyone to his will with a smile and a few words- even the rock solid Althea Dials. Of course, she must not have been too strong because that is no longer her name, she is no longer training for the Games but training her children.

"So, Mrs Perch. Is there anyone else here?" the woman could not help but to note how confident he was. Such brash language to be using with a person of authority. Yet, there was that thing about this boy that made her feel younger, like the Althea she used to be without dinners to plan, china to wash and children to send off. "No, not a soul except us," she said, walking across the room to face Brant, her fingertips trailing over a tabletop. "What exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Anders?"

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

He tried to make himself casual as she walked across the room to face him. "No, not a soul except us," a small movement caught his attention, her fingertips ran along the top of a table as she passed it. A wave of nervousness overcame him and he gulped slightly. So much for the bravado. "What exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Anders?" He tried to swallow the lump that was beginning to form in his throat, but it wasn't dislodging. Perhaps that tea would actually be nice, help to wash it down.

He shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes on her as he watched her movements. "N-nothing," he gritted his teeth at the stutter, yep his relaxed appearance had gone, "I was just wondering where the Mayor and your children were, perhaps they would have joined us for tea." He hoped that would be a suitable answer, instead of the one he had really been thinking. Because I don't think she would appreciate it if I told her I had asked to see if anyone was here to stop anything from happening.

He didn't explain to either himself or her what he meant by 'anything', but if he had said it they would have both known exactly what he had meant. C'mon man, calm down. She's probably just being polite, something you might want to be too. You're not around fellow Careers, don't be rude. He forced a smile onto his face, and tried to relax. No need to be rude.

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Other: Tension, so much tension.

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Althea Lassandra Dials Perch

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"N-nothing" They can be so cute when they get nervous. It was refreshing to have so much authority over someone by just being present. Merely standing here and saying a few cool words made the boy a puddle of jello. It brought a smile to her lips, a thin grin that she was sure would make him even more nervous. When the boy brought up his half baked excuse she wanted to laugh. How cocky he had been walking in and now he couldn't even look her in the eye hardly. How wishy washy children were. They all think they're the gift of the earth but once you confront them they melt.

"Tea? Little boys don't just walk into the Mayor's house and expect to have tea with the family," she punctuated the sentence with a laugh, taking a few steps forward to close the distance between them. He was of her height but a man's body does not necessarily house a man's mind. The awkward stance of a boy stood in front of her, but it reminded her of her younger days. She had never really gone for the nervous types. If she had she wouldn't be Althea Perch, the mayor's wife. Fabian had always known what he wanted and exactly how to get it. It was nice to have a new taste on the palette. "Relax Brant," she crooned, taking the boy's cheek in her hand and running her thumb across the smooth skin there. Her eyes met his and she could she everything in those blue orbs.

Without giving it a second thought Althea leaned forward and pressed her lips to Brant's. Nothing powerful, just a test to see how he would react. She cut if awfully short, but allowed her mouth to linger close to his. With Fabian she knew what he would do but with this new boy toy there were plenty of buttons left unpressed she could explore. Her hand drifted from his cheek to his shoulder, her finger tips brushing his neck. "Relax."

OOC: Ohhh this thread xD