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“Hey Catnip, wait up!”
Somewhere along the line, he had lost track of that wavy brown hair of hers, though he was sure she’d played him on purpose. With everything the two of them had on their mind, Katniss would lead Gale on a wild goose chase every once in a while when they were running close to the end of their hunt in the forest; no work, just play. And while she was usually prone to being caught within minutes, the sun was starting to lower itself on the horizon and he still hadn’t even seen a glimpse of her. He was certain that she could leap out of a tree in attempt to startle him within moments, but no such thing had happened so far.
And then he saw a flash of dark hair in the distance, so naturally, believing it to be Katniss, he approached the young woman with the same nonchalance that usually played between the two of them. Except moments later, he realized it wasn’t her, and a wholehearted grin morphed into a frown all too soon.
“Uh—-‘scuse me, miss. I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. I mean, neither am I, but you might get caught.”
Yeah, as if he wasn’t risking getting caught, too. But at least he knew what he was doing it for. He was reminded of that every single time he walked into his house or that of Katniss’ family, with the knowledge that they had a little more to feed the hungry mouths that the Capitol had left high and dry long ago.
