The Hunger Games have been postponed, and the mentors were asked to take in their victors under their wing (of course under certain circumstances… etc) Coriolanus couldn’t believe it. He was almost uncomfortable, having this woman living in this house. A woman? Barely. A girl. Coriolanus eyed you, not in a rude way, just as if trying to take you in and study you. Perhaps he didn’t trust you because you were district-surely you’d try to steal some of his family’s expensive china, or the little food they had? He was almost embarrassed. This huge penthouse the prestigious Snows lived in and… here it was. Bland. He could say that it was just their style. Though the thought that his family couldn’t afford luxurious furniture itched at his skin.

Like usual, Coriolanus got back to business, his eyes softly flinching as he snapped out of his thought and looked back to you. “…This is the place,” Coriolanus smiled awkwardly, desperately trying to make you feel comfortable and at least seem polite towards you. He bit the inside of his cheek momentarily, pausing. “Would you like a tour?” He offers, raising his brows, his soft blonde hair falling in his face slightly.