Jax plops down in the chair angled toward Tealah at the front of the stage with a shy smile on his face. He fidgets, one of his long legs bouncing on the ground as she pelts him with idle questions about his life and the Trials.
i realise suzanne collins doesn't have a monopoly on an outgoing personality with dazzling, white teeth and bright hair conducting interviews with contestants in a fight-to-the-death-esque competition but. come on. you gotta admit it's enough to be weird
