#ft. chip

Sometime on day eight, between privately mourning in the confines of his tiny Tower room and finding the strength to talk to Finn Blue over the phone, Kai ended up nestled on his own floor’s couch with Chip. If you had asked him on any day prior, the man would’ve expressed how dissatisfied he was with their friendship. Not the friendship itself, but how thin the ties were that bonded them. Friends, he called everyone who he never would have met had it not been for the Games. Were they truly friends? Or were they friends of circumstance? He was fearful he would never know the answer for most.

Sometime after the sun had long gone down, they were touching. Normal, especially considering how much of Kai’s love language was spoken through his palms and his legs thrown over someone else’s. Their shoulders bumped until there wasn’t even room for Caspian to wiggle in if he wanted to. They talked a little, they were silent a lot. He listened to the sound of Chip’s breathing and wondered what went on inside his head and whether it was as much like as robot as he always figured it was. Not processing thoughts, but processing information and making decisions based on the smartest possible outcome. Kai wished his brain worked like that. It didn’t do so well with the processing part of the thought process. 

Sometime after they were the only two awake on the 4th floor, the lack of processing power combined with an overwhelming desire to be close to someone started a snowball of actions. The first move was Kai’s, as always. A nose against a cheek, then eyes desperate to find another’s line of sight. Four lips, all hesitant at first before one top and one bottom made a decision and convinced the other half to join in. Skin against skin (...do robots have skin?). Not the time to think about it. 

Sometime after the couch became too restrictive, the victors were alone again, but hidden by the darkness of Kai’s bedroom. It was much easier this way. He wouldn’t have to think about who it was he was kissing, touching, exploring. He wouldn’t have to think about who the curls he kept grabbing onto in moments of exhilaration obviously belonged to. He wouldn’t have to think about how both of their tributes were dead, especially his own. He wouldn’t have to think about anything but his own pleasure and pretending like everything wasn’t absolute shit. 

It was why he was scouring the Tower in search of Chip, hoping he could spend some time with his former mentor. They’d been getting closer in the past year or two, and Xavien was getting used to coming to him for no real reason again.

When he spotted him there in the corner of one of the lounges, he jogged over quickly, a small smile on his face. “Hi. What are you doing? Can I bug you? Can I help you with any Gamemaker duties??” he sped through the questions, taking a seat next to him on the couch and immediately leaning towards him with curiousity painted on his face.

Surya

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Surya (112th)

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: Below, Kai doesn’t update a lot.

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Venus by Shocking Blue

My muse’s last text to your muse: Cordelia found a pearl earring, missing one?

Kaelen

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Electra’s Baby Daddy Tyr

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: Below

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Stronger by Britney Spears

My muse’s last text to your muse: “How old were you when your abs started looking less...awesome?”

Chip

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Chip Fucking Foster

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: Below

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Mr. Roboto 

My muse’s last text to your muse: “Did you keep opening the oven to check on them? You’re not supposed to do that. Should’ve warned you. Oops.”

@chip-foster

For Clio’s big debut at the ball, he went with the theme of Peacocks, cause he still doesn’t know anything about District Three, and he figured since they won, they would want something really fancy, and something with a regal appearance.  

This was... By far a father’s worst nightmare. The second he hung up the phone with Sutton he called the boys and told them they were on the first flight to New York. Chris seemed to mirror Chip’s concern, while Ethan found it all to be a... Hassle. Chip, genuinely, couldn’t believe his son’s reaction to his brother’s near death experience, but he tucked the disbelief away for now. His focus was to be solely on Phillip. DISGUSTING, it was absolutely disgusting Chip wasted so much time, drunk and bitter of a love lost to insanity. That he in turn, took his darkest demons out on this innocent child who desperately needed his love. But Chip couldn’t go back on the one promise he made Lucille, besides, having him to blame was much easier than accepting the fact he fell in love with a complete psychopath. 

But with time, Chip began to regret, and hate himself. He lost a son due to his own stupidity, and he knew that this could possibly be his last chance to mend the bridge between them in any way he could. Whatever it took, Chip was willing to do it. He just prayed to god he got the opportunity. The car came to an abrupt halt as Chris, his genuine favorite, pulled the car up to the Valet. The man nodding in approval before the thick tension between them was broken by Ethan’s voice.

“Don’t see why we all had to come.” Ethan finally chirped, all the while his mind drifting in and out of focus of the radio that blasted a bit too loud for his liking. He was growing restless of being in the back seat. Why the fuck was Chris driving? Maybe because his father knew all too well if Ethan drove, they’d wind up at some sort of casino before reaching this germ infested hell. His question quickly answered by a low aggressive tone, WARNING him that if he didn’t behave there’d be some sort of hell to pay. PLEASE Chip, -- Ethan was far from afraid of you. If nothing else he found the threads endearing. “Lets just get this over with.” He muttered, crawling out of the car and making his way to the front door with ease.