tying knots wasn't really your strong suit.. you were good at other thing, yeah, but knots just.. didn't work. after being picked for the Third Quarter Quell, doing the parade, and all that, all the victors ― including you ― had to begin training. you had messed around with weapons for a bit, but overall, found that you needed to learn other things for the area.

you had stopped at the knot tying station. a screen in front of you displaying how to tie some kind of knot. you grabbed the ropes in front of you, and with ginger fingers, began to try and recreate what the screen was doing... but, you couldn't seem to get your goddamn fingers to move like the screen could.

lost in your frustrated haze, you hadn't noticed the on coming footsteps of a certain someone. only once you felt calloused hands wrap around your waist, trapping you in against the desk-like-pedestal, and careful hands guide yours into the actions on the screen ― did you realize someone was there.

"like this." it was finnick. "can't even tie a knot right, can ya?"