cato seethed quietly as he watched the stupid district 12 get off their chariot ― along with their district partner. they had just done the Tribute Parade and things couldn't have gone worse. what kind of feeling he wanted to make out as jealously, felt an awful lot like interest. they had just stolen the show! and cato knew he should be rightfully pissed. there goes at least 3 sponsors! and yet, he had the horrible urge to talk to them.

his glaring didn't last long, sadly. their mentor haymitch - surprisingly sober right now - led them away after catching his angered stare. cato hoped the urge would die down. so, when it hadn't? well, luck was on his side.

after stripping from his heavy, overly hot costume and made his way to the elevators to go back to his floor to get some shut-eye, he almost smiled when to go sight of the district 12, alone. awaiting the elevator door to open.

he slipped over as quietly as possible, and then just shoved. they fumbled away a bit, and fought to regain their balance. by that time, however, cato had crowded them into a corner. effectively blocking them from view of others.

"you like attention, district 12? 'cause you got it, don't ya? i lost sponsors because of you! my mentor is pissed!" cato snarled down at them, having more intent to scare them than anything.