Erone sat Indian style in the middle of his living room. He re-watched the previous reapings. Once again he and his family had escaped the claws of the Games. Next to him, sat his twin siblings Octavian and Octavia.
Today, Erone did not have to go into work. All he had to do was stand up for a good half hour, watch the next victims and then go home. Like usual, Erone was not friends with the two tributes. He only knew Henry from work and Gen was not that hard to miss.
Erone had had a crush on Gen back when they were in Elementary School. Once they grew older, they drifted off into different social groups. Erone had never said a word to her, and with honesty he figured he would never talk to her. He had a conversation or two with Henry, about work stuff. Still though, he would be happy to just see one of them come home.