This came out of nowhere! I was just reading some other dialogue fics and suddenly this popped into my head and so... Here it is then. Please read and review! :)
Disclaimer: If I owned the Hunger Games, there would be MUCH more Clato.
"I'll pulverize you, girlie. Time to say goodbye to your pretty little face."
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should be the one saying that to you."
"I lose to no one, girlie. Especially not to vertically challenged weaklings like you."
"You know, I do have a name and it's Clove, not girlie, Mr Pothead."
"Well then, little Clover, get ready to be pulverized."
"I beat you! Little Clover with her knives beat strong mighty Cato and his useless swords."
"Well, whatever. Go away."
"Ha, ha, ha, looks like someone's being sore loser."
"I said, go away!"
"Who says I'm gonna listen to you?"
"Whatever, Clove. But... You know what? Gotta admit, you really can fight."
"They asked me to volunteer this year."
"They asked me too."
"Are... Are you scared?"
"I don't want it to just come down to the two of us and..."
"Yeah. I know."
Do you want this extra blanket?"
"No. Just take it."
"But you're freezing!"
"And you're not?"
"Fine. Let's share then."
"We'll come home together. You and me."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We can do it. We're partners, aren't we?"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"So, tomorrow, I'll go into the fight and -"
"Just let me go. I'll give the audience their show!"
"I -"
"I'm just as capable as you, Cato."
"Well... Alright then."
"Good."
"Just... Just don't get hurt, little Clover, alright?"
"Cato! Cato!"
"Clove!"
"Cato!"
"Stay with me, Clove. I said, stay with me!"
"We'll go home together. You and me. We're partners!"
"Clove! P-please!"
"Clove I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you go. I screwed up. I -"
"Clove?"
"Clove?"
"Please."
"I'm sorry."