Are you blind, Foxy?

Oh, so just stupid, Foxy.

No, Foxy. I was born in District One, which if you've forgotten, is the farthest thing from a barn. And manners? Psh.

Bish where

You think you're funny, don't you, Foxy? [His expression lay completely serious and slightly ticked off by the girls —

—comment, but broke into an uncontrollable smile he couldn't fight.] Well props, Foxy. That was pretty good.

You know, you're not so bad, Foxy.

Sometimes I need a little extra push. Foxy

[He hesitates at first, then willingly takes Foxy, shaking it.] Marvel. You sure I can't call you "reheaded fox girl?" I quite—

—like the nickname, Foxy.

[He chuckled softly, clearing joking about the nickname.] Foxy is fine. It suits you, Foxy.

I've never had a nickname like that before, Foxy. Always wanted a funny, creative nickname.

Really, Foxy? That'd actually be cool. I've been called "jerk" before. I don't suppose that counts, does it?

/Marvy?/ [He shakes his head, chuckling.] I've had the whole "Marv" thing before, but Marvy? That's worse, Foxy.

I'll use your tactic, Foxy to create a /great/ nickname. Add a 'Y' to the end. Embery.

Marvel sat alone, knees brought up to his chest as he tried his hardest to ignore his surroundings. He could hear @FreckledClove; the sound—

—of her readying her weapons. The thought that @FreckledClove was doing it right next to him, unsettled him a bit. Nonetheless, he was —

—trying to keep himself sane and think of good things, but there was really nothing good to think of. His eyes would not — (@FreckledClove)

—stop darting from each person to the next. It was normal for careers to team up, of course, but he wasn't sure if he — (@FreckledClove)

—could truly trust them. In most eyes, Cato would have seemed that most intimidating, but something bugged him about @FreckledClove.