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[threadthefire]

[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]



[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]

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:D i'd love to be part of a cast so this works out and since i already have one kid in poly~ C:

[empowers]

Of course. [ How can she be acting so foolish? So much like a helpless little girl in search of some form of comfort no one can give her? She releases him, drawing back, receding into herself more. Once again, she's guarded. She's skeptical of the entire thing; the last she knew, Cinna was dead. Gone forever. And yet...

She stands there awkwardly, not speaking or even so much as glancing at the other people aside for a quick moment's flit of her eyes upwards, just barely capturing their faces like a snapshot. She follows Cinna silently and doesn't speak until they're situated in his office with the door closed. ]

What is this place? [ because it sure feels utopian to her, compared to the cold halls of 13, or the arena, or the charred remains of her home. ]

who are youuuuuuuu?

[threadthefire]

[He locks the door behind them, wagering that she'll feel better with it locked.]

This place here? This is my boutique. There's also a cafe and a salon.

[He leads her to a comfortable sofa so she can sit while he goes to the small bar area by his desk to pour her a glass of water. She will probably need it before he's done.]

hermione! who ... i need to be more active with but lj killed my rp drive. just now getting it back!

[empowers]

All of this belongs to you? [ She's happy for him, because this seems like a life so much better than even one presented to him by the lush Capitol and being the stylist of a victor - even before she watched the Peacekeepers beat him within an inch of his life. ] It's beautiful. But I meant the rest. I've never seen anywhere like it.

ahhhh! well, i won't pressure you, but i'd love to have a katniss again

[threadthefire]

I have investors, of course, but I maintain all creative control.

[He keeps the tone light, knowing that any fear or worry on his part would simply add to hers. That is the last thing he wants to do, it is his job to make her as comfortable as possible.]

I dare say you won't see it again. It's a strange place. People are brought here from different worlds, different times. [He adds a little emphasis on the time aspect. It might answer her question as to why he was alive when she apparently knows... differently. She might not be as swift at picking up subtleties as Peeta is, but she's far from ignorant.]