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“Well, too bad. You’ll go down in history as the boy on fire. I think that’s exciting.” Peeta beams at Kit, his smile cutting through the dim lighting. “You’ve given people a reason to talk about District 12.” He watches the city below them while Kit speaks, focusing on the twinkling lights. “I doubt it. Why would they ever stop and wonder how we feel? They’d feel sympathy and then there’d be talk of ending the games and it’s what they live for.” Peeta offers with a shrug, shivering slightly. “I really, really, really regret not bringing a jacket up here with me..It’s freezing.”

“I don’t think any of us are sleeping.” Peeta replies as fireworks shoot up into the sky and explode over the skyscrapers. He quickly admires Kit while the colorful lights enhance his features. “You’re a top contender, I think. You’ve got to be.” Peeta is happy to fill the air between them with small talk and it gives him an excuse to watch Kit as they spoke. “You impressed the judges and Caesar loved your tuxedo. You could say you were on fire out there.” Peeta executes his pun flawlessly and shoots him a wink.

“I shot an arrow at their faces. I just don’t think they were impressed by that..” He shrugged, sitting down and bringing his knees close to his chest. “I just wish I had your stitched on flames on the cuff.” He gave a small smirk before shaking his head. “That.. throw over literally, bursted in flames.” Kit looked over his shoulder. “But it was subtle. I liked Cinna for that.” His eyes drifted onto the bustling city members. “I wonder if they would ever know how we felt..”

With his knees held against his chest Peeta marveled at the sight of the capitol. Down below parties were being thrown in celebration of the 74th hunger games. People he’d never met and never would were placing bets on his name and the names of tributes he’d have to compete against. It was all so surreal to Peeta and even as he watched the city below him it was hard to accept as reality. He was broken out of his reverie by Kit who had nearly startled him. “Uh, yeah. There’s a lot of room up here.” Peeta watches the taller male, eyes glittering in the dim light. “It’s weird, isn’t it? They’re down there celebrating and we’re just…here.” Peeta turns his attention back to the glittering city before his eyes follow Kit. “Did you have trouble sleeping too?”

“yeah.. it’s weird.” He didn’t really have much to say to the other boy. they all strived and lived off of these games and once they were over... everything went back to just prepping for the next year. it was a cycle that kit could never be seen broken. ever. as he looked at the crowds, hearing them chant ‘kit everdeen’ or ‘cato hailstorm’, even catching the sounds of those chanting for peeta’s name. it gave kit a slight vote of reassurance if there were people out there willing to send peeta their help while he was in the arena. all he could think about was keeping them alive. even if he barely did anything for the boy. “i couldn’t sleep. yeah.” his words were short and communication cold, but his mind was running as if he was back in the woods in twelve. no stopping.