face reveal?! [arlo;day 4.p2]

He knew he should run up. How did he know that? He sprinted and high-stepped until he was able to find the cameras around every stairway corner. He winked at the camera not because he wanted attention, not to show off his new gold tooth, not to complain about too many fucking keys.

But because he needed to blink. His eyes were on fire. He was so fucking hot it felt like his eyes weren't working, fried little eyeball boy.

"SHIT!" Arlo really didn't like it in here. His hands were burning on the railings and damn was it loud listening to the echoing breaths and frantic footsteps up and down the various stairwells around this damn facility made for- fitness instructors or something.

Reminded him too much of home. Metaphorically. of course.

"District 1 gets a-" he shrugged at the shrine, catching his breath as quickly and efficiently as he could as he spoke aloud to every camera willing to get a glimpse of his gold toothed smirk. After all, he knew everyone still alive could see know, after all, all lit up on screens the same old way it was back home every fucking year. "Like, a, uh- Capitol suite? Damn."