#. / deezee ashfrost 004

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WHO: deezee ashfrost ( @deezeeashfrost​ ) WHERE: deezee’s loner corner in the party WHEN: some time during the middle of the event

EVEN AFTER ACQUIRING “permission” from Silver, Robyn hadn’t gone to DeeZee straight away. They couldn’t, not after the way their conversation had ended, with their beloved District 3 Victor having rendered them utterly ill-prepared to talk to people, as if a heartfelt confession hadn’t just been given to them out of nowhere mere moments before. No, they had had to recuperate in the bathroom to make sure their make-up hadn’t gone all awry, or their hair, or their outfit, and only stepped back out as though absolutely nothing had happened once they were sure everything looked perfectly fine. Wouldn’t do to be fragile in such a sinister event, especially after their decision to part ways with Silver in the meantime. Robyn thinks they’ve been doing a good enough job thus far of their usual socializing, though, weaving in and out of conversations with people they both liked and didn’t like with ease, trying to gather as much as they could while checking in on those they cared about. They can only hope no one had seen or paid much attention to that embarrassing display at their table with Silver earlier on.

Fully recovered and fresh from conversation with no small number of empty-headed Capitolites, Robyn at last sets out to look for DeeZee. They had spotted him earlier during the party, quietly smoking in his own private corner, looking like he hadn’t slept a wink at all last night. They find he’s still there now, barely having moved an inch from when they’d seen him last. His ( and Clearmark’s ) isn’t a position Robyn would want to be in at all, and he can only imagine how bad the past hours might have been for him. Silver had suggested distracting him, even going so far as to offer themself up as a target for DeeZee’s ire and insults, but Robyn wants to see how he’d react first to noticing their approach. He’d been there for them when Silver had gone missing, and an unexpected, genuine friendship had blossomed between the two of them, one built on support from him to them. As they step closer now, hands in the pockets of their immaculately white pants, Robyn silently considers how best to approach the situation. Pity, they’re sure, is the last thing he wants, and the last thing they would want to give too, but would outright mischief throw him off the way it had when he’d first gone to Robyn after the reception?

“This spot big enough for two people?” Robyn decides for casual instead, stopping just a few paces away from him, their expression calm.