orb 6, GHB 16

[dailybread]

[For a long while, the orb is silent, showing an image of Peeta with his hands folded in his lap, staring at the open window. The position of his body, the minute clenching of his fists in his apron betray the pain that fills him, threatens to take him over, even as he holds it underneath the surface.

But he knows, too, that his eyes will betray him. He doesn't look at the orb when he speaks.]

Katniss is gone.

Comments

[70ftandcounting]

They...already did.

[ she fidgets. ]

I suppose it's not so bad, really.

[dailybread]

[Oh, dear. He winces a little.] If you're uncomfortable, I can point you to the tailor I got my clothes from. It'll still be a dress, but I can move around okay.

[70ftandcounting]

[ ...peeta are you wearing a dress ALL THE TIME ]

That would be very nice....if you don't mind.

[dailybread]

[sob, yes. THEY REFUSE TO MAKE HIM PANTS.]

He's across from a butcher shop, towards the center of town. Tell him the Baking Princess sent you. That's--what people seem to know me as.

[70ftandcounting]

[ DYING ]

Baking Princess. A...Alright.

Would, um -- you prefer Princess Peeta?

[dailybread]

Uh--no. [He laughs awkwardly.] Just Peeta, please.

[70ftandcounting]

[ a little smile. ]

Sure. Just Peeta, than.