The Curiosity & The Cat {Bette, Larceny, & Auto // Blitz}

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Curiosity sparks against the interest of my irises, steady concentration taming them to a specific area of studying. A stranger of companion, known as Bette Sublino from District One, delves her diligent fingers within a craft foreign to us twins. Such a talent as this had never even been considered for the training of a Theft child. Stealth was the sole skill taught for escape from an undesired encounter. Any items left behind in a victim location would leave evidences to our whereabouts and personality, making traps a forbidden tool to use within a mission. But there’s no neglecting that the art that’s kindling from Bette’s own fingertips is intriguing to say the least.

An agreement framed between the three of us - a trap for us in return for a favor down the line for her. There’s an uncertainty if this beauty of a weapon will even be put to use, while profit roams from it nonetheless. My vision inspects from a close distance, temping to memorize the intelligence creating such a piece. Perhaps this information will be keen in the coming times, while learning of the Arena’s company surely will be.

“So what’s your history with knowing how to make traps anyways?” Questions in a brew of wonder rather then accusation, though an investigation has been placed upon all and any since my name was called for this place. “Is it just a career thing y’all do in District One?” Genuine interest curls the likes of my words, while my eyes search for so much more. Will her features scrunch just slightly in distaste for such curiosity? Will her pupils enlarge in preparation to conceal the truth? Perhaps her irises will gleam with a joyful recollection of her homeland? A plethora can be told by a mere conversation, especially within key aspects they lay beneath the mere vocalization.

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