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[Tom]

Time burnt away from him because of one person.

One single person who he's been watching for a bit, never outright in front of her, but he's noticed things. Things besides the giant number two on Braun's shoulder. Not that he's even interested in someone like a career living out their fantasy, but something feels off. Off in a way that he can't exactly name it. There is an overwhelming sense of power in her stature that just makes him want to see if there's a crack to Miss Braun. Something to crack her, but he still hasn't figured it out yet.

Fake! His own head shouts at all the moments he catches her in the distance. Fear doesn't bubble in his chest, but he's getting annoyed at this game of watching the big leagues doing their thing. A hum on the back of throat comes as he gently weighs his options of lying low or approaching. Nothing better than an unexpected surprise from a middle district after all, even Ursa got an upper hand on Pelotte. A silence fills his own air as he doesn't approach, but lingers around the dumb needle and thread in his hands.

Fuck it.

Dropping the needle and thread, he pushes past a few trainers exiting the room where Braun had left to probably go back to Two's floor. A silence in his head as he approaches closer and closer, until he speaks out to Braun.

"Hey!"

Arms cross in that moment as he lets his gaze linger suspiciously at her.

"Aren't you an interesting one, Brauny." A mischievous smirk pulls on his lips as he continues. "Been keeping an eye on you for a few days now." A flicker of annoyance in his chest as he stands firmly on the ground with his eyes trying to find a chink in her armor, even if this is their first conversation. "Just letting you know, you'll slip up Brauny and I'll notice it."

And crush you. He completes in his head.

He'll crush her like his mother crushed his heart and set it aflame.

And ripred, that flame will be beautiful.