You watched Clarisse train in the camps arena, sitting on the sidelines as she used her electric spear to shred the hay stuff dummies to ribbons— She took a breath and grabbed her spear, jogging over to you. She put it down and sat next to you, kissing your cheek.

“ Hey-! Hhah.. “

She was catching her breath, hugging you close. Clarisse was oddly soft when it came to you, always loving and attentive- yet whenever others where around she was her normal self. Rough and coarse.. it was cute..