"That's good to know." Gale was shocked by this news but it made Alec way more approachable and way less annoying.
"Whatever you need from me, consider it taken care of."
“I fear the Districts will think me a liar, for now I’ll allocate supplies for all 12 Districts. Medical and food as well as essentials.” Being half 12 is inspiring this.
“I was actually born in 12, so I have a soft spot for that District the most.” He smiled. “Thanks Gale.”
Gale was distracted by a million thoughts in his mind but settled on the most prominent thought.
"What was it like? Growing up where you did?"
A hint more of context might help him better understand the baker's boy and his motives.
@HIDDENTRIAL his hands, wiping off some of the grime, but not quite enough.
"Look, I'm sorry if I got your book dirty. I didn't realize."
His eyes met the ground, almost embarrassed before returning them to rest on her face.
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Gale had a long day working in the mines, his boots barley lifting from the ground as he trudged home. He almost didn't notice as the book fell from her bag until he almost tripped on it.
"Hey!" He called out to the blonde who was walking in front +
@HIDDENTRIAL Gale was glad to be of service, despite the weary look on his face. He knew who Concordia was, that she's a victor, but they'd never had a real conversation before this.
"Oh, uh.."
Glancing down, he noticed the way she swiftly swapped the book for a soft rag. He took it in +
"Huh." Gale had no idea Alec wasn't 100% Capitol blood. Not only did he have district in him, but he was half 12, which changes things.
He stops a moment to think. "Consider it done. We'll plan a drop off just before sunrise tomorrow."
I’m thinking of ways to end that, it’s not as easy as you think. I have a Peacekeeper watching my every move and my Father to convince. I’m going to get the Districts more food.
that gesture is enough to break Gale out of his cycle of thoughts, blinking himself out of the stare.
"Oh, yeah." He extends his hand to take the bread, grateful for the offer. "Thanks."
Before Peeta can walk away, Gale is speaking again. "Wait. Can I ask you something?"
how strange— brown boots dragged him into his direction, a big basket full of various breads; taking the round rye bread and handing it out to him. maybe he was hungry ?
“here. I have a bunch if you don’t want that one ?”