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Who: Haymitch and OPEN
Where: Class 1-3, the stairwell and various other slacker locales
When: Throughtout the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Haymitch thinks this whole thing is a stupid idea.
The Story:

Haymitch thinks this whole thing is a stupid idea and he doesn't contribute to the ideas for what the class can do. It's no surprise that they come up with something completely stupid and when they do, he has no interest in participating. Really, most of his classmates are grade A morons.

Of course, he has to keep up appearances of doing the bare minimum required, so he's sure to have people catch him making some onigiri a few times, but in the end, he keeps them all for himself and sneaks off to eat them in the stairwell. Why should he make food for anyone else?

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Hey, you know that unbelievably weird girl in your class who rarely blinks, dresses all in black, speaks in a monotone voice, and talks about "punishing" people?

Guess who's at the bottom of the stairwell, glaring at you! Someone's not happy about that onigiri.

"Haymitch."

"Saki."

His face doesn't budge in its complete lack of emotional investment in the situation at hand, save for a slight twitch that's more from annoyance than anything.

"There something you wanted?"

"You know exactly what I came for, and what I want to leave with."

Of course, her threat contains no visible malice - her voice stays the same as always. But she gazes at him very intensely, annoyed as well.

"What? I made plenty of snacks. You watched me!"

Of course he took them all and more, but that's not his problem. They should have been watching the food more closely if they didn't want him nabbing a bunch of it. He's a growing boy!

"And I watched you take them."

Nice try, Haymitch. Now she crosses her arms, lightly tapping with her black fingernails. It's obvious she's not going to budge an inch.

"And I already ate them, so you're shit outta luck."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees.

"Is that so."

She then began to advance toward him, taking slow, steady steps on the staircase.

"Mmmmmmyup."

He leans back as she moves closer, looking more self-satisfied than anything.

"Because... I sincerely doubt it."

And when she finally does reach him, what does she do? For a good, long, ten seconds, she leans over him, eyes boring into his face. Then, without warning, her arm lashes out -

And she pokes his forehead.

"Don't do it again."

It only takes a moment for him to cover his surprise and then he stares back at her, unmoving.

"You have my word."

Which is worth very little, if he's honest, but he's decidedly not.

"I'll keep you to it, Haymitch. I'm a keeper of words..."

With that strangeness hanging in the air, she turns around, and begins to walk down the steps, the only sound the clicking of her shoes.

He rolls his eyes and watches her go. Someone has to take the stick out of her ass, because she clearly doesn't plan to do it herself.

Why should you make food for anyone else, Haymitch? It's a question Finnick would ask, but tacking on a anyone else who isn't Finnick Odair on the end of it. Rather than hang around the art exhibit, Finnick decides to go visit his friend at the food set up. He's hungry, he's on his sixth break for the day, and he's in dire need of some juvenile company in the shape of one Haymitch Abernathy.

Unfortunately, he's not haunting the tables, cooking. Eventually, Finnick follows his gut to take to the stairwell on his retreat from his unsuccessful request on locating his friend. He's coming down the stairs when he spies him, hair a mess, back hunched, and onigiri somewhere near. With a smirk, Finnick slows his steps as he takes the last few to the landing above Haymitch, soft and hopefully dulling his friend to his presence. Instead of opting for clearing his throat, he merely decides to call out, hand over his mouth, as though he's with a search party, "I found the food thief!"

In another life, Haymitch might have been more aware of his surroundings, but in this one, he's not quite as difficult to sneak up on and Finnick succeeds in surprising him.

Of course, he still doesn't jump at the sudden noise and with his back to Finnick, if there's any surprise on it, Finnick won't catch that.

He leans back enough that he can see Finnick upside down before he rolls his eyes.

"Do you want some or not, princess?"

Finnick laughs, feeling victorious at having taken Haymitch Abernathy off-guard. There's nothing to gain from it, other than satisfaction at having, quite possibly, sped his heart up somewhat. If things were different, if Haymitch was the type of boy who kept his ears peeled for any sort of noise, ready to attack anyone who happened to sneak up on him, Finnick would feel pride at succeeding where many have often failed.

With his hands cupped around his mouth once again, he shouts up the stairwell, "False alarm!" Moving quickly, he sits beside Haymitch, nudging him in the side with an elbow to move over. Finnick smiles, pressing his open palm to his chest, just above his heart. He flutters his eyelashes, as though blinking back tears. "Oh, so you do care about me." Sharing is caring, after all.

"I really don't." But he probably doesn't sell it as he hands over the snacks to Finnick.

It had started out as annoyance. He really hadn't like Finnick, or at least he hadn't wanted to like Finnick, but for all his loud craving for attention, Finnick had quickly proven to actually be a person worth talking to. As far as Haymitch is concerned, that's rare in this place and he'll hold onto it, at least until Finnick graduates and leaves him alone again.

And then there's Ezra, one of the smart kids in class who tries to do all the things. Especially if it involves being in the library. Still, he thinks making onigiri is great fun and he's even putting strange fillings in the rice balls.

Like this one that's getting filled with lemon curd.

Haymitch glances over just in time to catch the contents going into that one.

"What did that rice ever do to you?"

He looks up and blinks, still forming the lemon curd onigiri in his hands. "I'm sorry?"

"You're putting some weird shit in there."

He turns to lean against the counter, hips cocked.

His smile grows even broader. "It's like we have at home."

"You're fuckin' weird." He rolls his eyes and goes back to making his very normal and much more appetizing food.

He frowns, pausing in his onigiri making. "There's no need to be rude."

Haymitch scoffs. "Sorry, Miss Manners. I didn't realize."

"I'm male." As if that isn't obvious. But clearly his classmate can't tell.

"Could've fooled me." Not really, but if he's going to leave the space open, Haymitch is going to squeeze on through it.

"Don't be an ornery git. You know I'm male just as you are." He doesn't even understand why he's getting so defensive about this. What is even happening?

He scoffs. "If I call you Mister Manners, does that make you feel better?"

"Yes." He starts shaping onigiri again. "Much"

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