Cute. You know there was another girl here who looked just like me on steroids so yeah, maybe there is someone that sounds identical to you. You don't know that. [ but she'd be really pissed if he was fake Gloss so she'll let his sass side. ]
In my apartment where the windows are open. I thought you knew how to open windows? Are you sure you're Gloss?
I like to think I know that. But I wish I could have seen that. Did you talk to her before they had her go back home? [ talk, scare her off same difference but it's the fact that she lets his sass slide that makes it so he uses talk. ]
Pretty sure, but maybe they just replaced me with a copy that doesn't know how to do that. Or I wanted to ask my not on steroids sister to do it. Or the air hasn't fully circulated in the apartment. You can take your pick of the answers. I swear two of them are true.
Yeah we hung out a few times. She was nice but it was weird 'cause she looks more like me than you do. [ by weird she means deeply unsettling. ]
Hmmm. I don't know if I can believe any of that without seeing for myself. I'm coming over there. Do you need anything? Other than your amazing sister to open a window for you?
She's also a she. It does give her a leg up that I can't match. We should both just be thankful I'm not her because I don't think we'd like each other nearly as much. [ it's deeply unsettling for him and all he's doing is imagining it. for all he'd joke, he really doesn't actually want to see the other girl. ]
I don't lie to you often enough to deserve that, but I won't turn down your company. Especially if it happens to come with junk food that we're allowed to eat if we're in the the City of Cuddles and not in Panem.
Probably not. One of us would be prettier and it would be hard to have you be jealous of me all the time. [ he can hear her grinning, right? ]
Junk food I can do. [ besides, she's already looked him up and she's on her way. ] No cameras, no escorts counting your calories, no Games. Who cares about blackouts.[ a beat: ] Sweet or salty?
[ he can definitely hear it which is probably why he starts to laugh for a good few seconds. ] Says the woman who on more than one occasion has tried to steal my pants because and I quote "I deserve these pants more than you, your butt doesn't even need them." Or am I misremembering that? We are getting up in those years.
[ not even thirty and he's making that joke. ] I kind of care, it happened right as I was getting here, or a few hours ago. You try agreeing to what they asked and being excited and then blackout. [ fake misery, not a good sound coming from him. ] I'll regret this later when I'm feeling like a stuffed pig, but both, I think.
I did say that but not because you butt is better than mine. Sometimes my legs get cold and you have the body hair to compensate. It's fair. Oh! Fun fact: I have not had a body polish in months, you might not even recognize me.
[ not even thirty is still getting old by Capitol standards. younger, more interesting victors would come along and they'd be old news. which sounds alright until every time Cashmere remembers what happens to old news, and she thinks she'd rather be everyone's sister than end up like Haymitch or dotty old Satin. ] The obvious solution is to eat your sad blackout feelings. I'm also bringing beer because you sound like you need it.
It's not because you think my body hair keeps me warm. I'm not a bear or some other furry creature so shockingly, legs still get cold. Not loaning you any pants here. Just in case you were hoping for that. And I refuse to believe that until I see it myself.
[ that's only a half a lie, because he'd recognize his sister anywhere with or without body polish but he barely remembers her without it nowadays. call it purposeful forgetting or call it not wanting to pine for the past, it's still the same. ] If the escorts and stylists could hear you now. I can almost hear their shocked gasps. Don't forget one for yourself. I'm not about to be the sad man drinking alone.
[ see also: not gonna pull a haymitch because of a blackout. ]
Well, don't say you weren't warned. [ really, it's mostly freckles and a lack of creepily-smooth skin. Cashmere considers it an improvement.]
And I would never let you drink alone? What kind of sister do you think I am? What kind of person do you think I am? [ plus it'll be annoying if he's drunk and she's not, so why hold back? ]
Turn around. [ and then she's just going to hang up, since she can see him down the block. she would like to run to greet him, but since she's carrying a foolish amount of snacks and booze she walks instead. the bag of goodies is plopped rather unceremoniously at his feet and Cashmere pulls him into a tight hug. hope he wasn't planning on going anywhere. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. [ and he means it, for once. ]
The kind of sister who has been here longer than me and who may actually have friends here. And you know exactly the type of person I think you are. My much meaner half, remember. [ he's one hundred percent teasing and he drags out that last bit long enough to have her probably hear it in person versus hearing it over the phone. when he hears her voice he turns around and doesn't even waste a second before opening up his arms so she can hug him.
she's very lucky he wasn't planning on going anywhere. very lucky. ]
That'll teach you to take deals without me. [ he tries to keep his tone light before just causally lifting her up in the hug a little. ] I'm here now, okay? No need to miss me any more.
[ they haven't been separated more than a handful of times in their lives, and the head start she's gotten in Eudio is officially the longest. at least she hadn't been afraid to lose him this time, not like when she stayed awake for days on end to watch his Games. they're both safe now, safe they way they'd fought for and the way they deserve. she's missed everything about Gloss: the sound of his voice, the way he teases her, how she feels so much more like herself with him there. she breathes in deeply and lets it out again. he's right. no need to miss each other anymore or get too soppy about it.
Cashmere plants a kiss on his cheek before letting him go. ] No more deals without you. [ she hadn't meant it to be without him, but it'd been presented as her only option: leave him behind or say no and make peace with going to the arena. ] You'll forgive me when you see what I brought you. [ the first thing out of the bag is chocolate covered potato chips. ] It sounds weird but trust me.
[ there's a small part of him that's honestly bothered about the fact that she's had this much of a head start and that he hasn't been here with her. she was safe here just like he will be or would be once he settles in but— she's been experiencing this without him. even though there's that small part that bothers him, he thinks he'd take having her here over not having her here any day. it was bad enough not being able to share what happened after the Games, at least now they'll be able to share another thing with each other.
he scrunches up his face just a tad at her kiss, just to continue with the teasing even though he doesn't need to. ] Holding you to that. And you know I'll know. [ how he'll know is the question, but he can pretend he knows all about his twin if he wants to. it's what he's supposed to do as her brother. he almost responds and tells her that she doesn't know he'll forgive her before he sees the potato chips that just make him stare for a good few seconds. ] Chocolate covered potato chips. That's your— forgiveness food. It sounds like something the Capitol would die for.
[ and yet that doesn't stop him from casually grabbing them out of her hand and opening the bag and popping one right in his mouth. rude about food, thy name is gloss. ]
[ he doesn't need to say he's bothered. this isn't how they do things. together has always been better. it's why she arrogantly followed him into the arena and then unknowingly followed him into the darkest parts of the Capitol. some days she follows him around their house(s) in the victors village. she'd follow him to the end of the world. so for her to be in eudio months longer than him? it's an unbalance they're not used to and she hopes nobody mentions it. they're together now.
Cashmere's missed his teasing, which is lucky given the amount she's getting from him. will he know what she's up to if she doesn't tell him? somehow, she thinks, he'll find a way. will Gloss judge her for some of the choices she's made in Eudio? absolutely. but it doesn't seem worth the energy to lie. ]
That's my forgiveness food. [ and anyone who would deny that chocolate covered potato chips are amazing is a liar. she reaches to snatch them back from him. ] You have to share. That's how this works. I have beer.
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In my apartment where the windows are open. I thought you knew how to open windows? Are you sure you're Gloss?
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Pretty sure, but maybe they just replaced me with a copy that doesn't know how to do that. Or I wanted to ask my not on steroids sister to do it. Or the air hasn't fully circulated in the apartment. You can take your pick of the answers. I swear two of them are true.
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Hmmm. I don't know if I can believe any of that without seeing for myself. I'm coming over there. Do you need anything? Other than your amazing sister to open a window for you?
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I don't lie to you often enough to deserve that, but I won't turn down your company. Especially if it happens to come with junk food that we're allowed to eat if we're in the the City of Cuddles and not in Panem.
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Junk food I can do. [ besides, she's already looked him up and she's on her way. ] No cameras, no escorts counting your calories, no Games. Who cares about blackouts.[ a beat: ] Sweet or salty?
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[ not even thirty and he's making that joke. ] I kind of care, it happened right as I was getting here, or a few hours ago. You try agreeing to what they asked and being excited and then blackout. [ fake misery, not a good sound coming from him. ] I'll regret this later when I'm feeling like a stuffed pig, but both, I think.
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[ not even thirty is still getting old by Capitol standards. younger, more interesting victors would come along and they'd be old news. which sounds alright until every time Cashmere remembers what happens to old news, and she thinks she'd rather be everyone's sister than end up like Haymitch or dotty old Satin. ] The obvious solution is to eat your sad blackout feelings. I'm also bringing beer because you sound like you need it.
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[ that's only a half a lie, because he'd recognize his sister anywhere with or without body polish but he barely remembers her without it nowadays. call it purposeful forgetting or call it not wanting to pine for the past, it's still the same. ] If the escorts and stylists could hear you now. I can almost hear their shocked gasps. Don't forget one for yourself. I'm not about to be the sad man drinking alone.
[ see also: not gonna pull a haymitch because of a blackout. ]
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And I would never let you drink alone? What kind of sister do you think I am? What kind of person do you think I am? [ plus it'll be annoying if he's drunk and she's not, so why hold back? ]
Turn around. [ and then she's just going to hang up, since she can see him down the block. she would like to run to greet him, but since she's carrying a foolish amount of snacks and booze she walks instead. the bag of goodies is plopped rather unceremoniously at his feet and Cashmere pulls him into a tight hug. hope he wasn't planning on going anywhere. ]
I missed you.
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The kind of sister who has been here longer than me and who may actually have friends here. And you know exactly the type of person I think you are. My much meaner half, remember. [ he's one hundred percent teasing and he drags out that last bit long enough to have her probably hear it in person versus hearing it over the phone. when he hears her voice he turns around and doesn't even waste a second before opening up his arms so she can hug him.
she's very lucky he wasn't planning on going anywhere. very lucky. ]
That'll teach you to take deals without me. [ he tries to keep his tone light before just causally lifting her up in the hug a little. ] I'm here now, okay? No need to miss me any more.
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Cashmere plants a kiss on his cheek before letting him go. ] No more deals without you. [ she hadn't meant it to be without him, but it'd been presented as her only option: leave him behind or say no and make peace with going to the arena. ] You'll forgive me when you see what I brought you. [ the first thing out of the bag is chocolate covered potato chips. ] It sounds weird but trust me.
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he scrunches up his face just a tad at her kiss, just to continue with the teasing even though he doesn't need to. ] Holding you to that. And you know I'll know. [ how he'll know is the question, but he can pretend he knows all about his twin if he wants to. it's what he's supposed to do as her brother. he almost responds and tells her that she doesn't know he'll forgive her before he sees the potato chips that just make him stare for a good few seconds. ] Chocolate covered potato chips. That's your— forgiveness food. It sounds like something the Capitol would die for.
[ and yet that doesn't stop him from casually grabbing them out of her hand and opening the bag and popping one right in his mouth. rude about food, thy name is gloss. ]
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Cashmere's missed his teasing, which is lucky given the amount she's getting from him. will he know what she's up to if she doesn't tell him? somehow, she thinks, he'll find a way. will Gloss judge her for some of the choices she's made in Eudio? absolutely. but it doesn't seem worth the energy to lie. ]
That's my forgiveness food. [ and anyone who would deny that chocolate covered potato chips are amazing is a liar. she reaches to snatch them back from him. ] You have to share. That's how this works. I have beer.