ninasbrain:

“Peeta.”

“Yes, Katniss?” A smirk danced upon his lips.

“Do I really have to tell you to stop?” She frowned.

“Maybe.” His smile grew.

“Peeta, stop. He’s gonna wake up.”

“No he won’t, he’s out cold.”

“Still! He’s gonna kill you when he wakes up.” Peeta glances back at her and laughs.

“Haha, so? I’m not scared of him.”

Katniss scoffed and shook her head. No matter how much she griped at him, she’d never stop Peeta from drawing on Haymitch’s face when he passes out, drunk. “Come on,” Peeta encouraged, holding up a marker. “He could really use a unibrow.” She laughed and gave in, taking the marker from him and joining him in defiling the face of their friend.