A/N: Another chapter up! Should be updating my other fanfiction soon, after I proofread and edit (which I almost NEVER do, so I apologise for any grammar/spelling mistakes...)
Cato POV
After a while in the remake center, I'm finally released to go see my stylist.
"Well well, looking lovely as usual Cato!" my stylist exclaims as he sits me down, and begins to spray my hair.
"Wait, what colour will my hair be?" I demand, feeling rather alarmed.
"Oh don;t worry about that, I'm sure you'll love it this beautiful electrical colour! Unfortunately, it's not permanent, it'll have to come out the next time you shower...."
"Actually I find it VERY fortunate that it's not permanent. And if my hair turns out ugly, I'll cut off yours and stuff it in your mouth," I growl.
"Of course... of course...." He meekly stammers.
I smirk in satisfaction. Now he'll make sure he doesn't do a single thing wrong, because I'll mutilate his hair along with his pride. Finally, after forever, he's done. I move to look in the mirror, but find him blocking my way.
"Uhm...the costume first, Cato?"
"Master Cato to you," I snap.
"Right r-right of course, Master Cato, shall we try your dressware on first?"
"I suppose so, it better look good or I'll.... stuff it in your ear," I finish, trying to keep my language appropriate in case Enobaria and Brutus are secretly snooping around (which they probably are).
The stylist pulls out a black tuxedo with a silver and midnight blue simple pattern. Then, he reaches into the box and retrieves a matching pair of pants. The hems of the pant legs are patterned with more silver. How fortunate of me.
"So... what do you think?"
"It's nice-ish... but definitely not my style-"
"-Nonsense, such a wonderful lad like you! Master Cato, you would look good in anything!"
And with that, I find myself 5 minutes later standing in the outfit.
"Well, you're right. I do look good in anything,' I smirk. Except for this... I think to myself.
The stylist puts a few final touches on me, and then I'm ready to go. As I step into the tube, I feel slightly nervous that I will end up dancing with Glimmer.
Calm, Cato. You won't dance with Glimmer. With a personaity like hers, she's sure to show who she is some time or later. Or she'll show up in a thong. Just dance with a modestly dressed, good personalitied girl and you'll be fine...
And with a whooshing sensation, I find myself shooting up the tube.
I end up in a room, surrounded by peacekeepers in their white uniforms. They begin to escort me towards a large, tall, white marble building. Probably a dining hall or ballroom, like my house has back in district 2. I enter the room through the double doors, and the first thing I notice is that I can't walk fully into the room because a girl is standing in front of me, blocking the entrance.
She has beautiful hair that's tied up with a silver ribbon. By the way she stands, I can tell she isn't Glimmer. There's nothing bratty or slutty about the way she stands, so I clear my throat, straigten up, and say politely, "Excuse me, but could you please move?"
She turns around, and I notice that she's beautiful from the front too. "Sorry, I didn't know you were behind me," she apoligises.
"No no, not a problem at all, I just arrived anyways," I smile at her.
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