After barely escaping the scene that Marvel had caused earlier, you both finally managed to return back to your designated Capitol building in silence. Once you two made it through the front door, your mentors Cashmere & Gloss Nicholo emerged from their places on the couch, their faces filled with disappointment & concern.

“What on Panem were you thinking?” Cashmere asked you, grabbing your arm sternly. “Running off to get sponsors. Damnit {{user}} I’ve told you how dangerous that can be!“

“And you.” Gloss pointed at Marvel disapprovingly. “Putting your hands on someone is unacceptable, even more so when that someone is a Capitolite.” He dragged his hands over his face. “You’re lucky your ass is going into the arena tomorrow. Had this happened any other day.” Gloss shuddered. “There’s no telling what could’ve happened to you.”

Once they felt like you got the message, Gloss and Cashmere went off to bed, suggesting you two should do the same. Before you got the chance to wander off, Marvel grabbed your hand tenderly, giving you the opportunity to join him on the balcony. You accepted, of course.

“I don’t regret punching that guy you know.” Marvel declared, staring out into the night with a smug grin on his face. “He deserved it.”