"If I can just get out of this situation alive, I will give up meat…and sarcasm. Okay? That’s all I got. That’s pretty much my whole identity. "

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 “ Honestly, Sokka, if you don’t let me heal this you’re going to be itching that scratch for weeks ! “ she shouts, roughly grabbing his face with one hand and directing the water to his bleeding shoulder. 

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I’m FINE! It’s just a scratch, I can take care of myself! Let me go!” He squirmed under her rough touch, trying as best he can to free himself from her grip. But alas, his struggle was to no avail. The water had attached itself to his shoulder and was already glowing. Goddammit Katara. 

Why did she have to be so dramatic and meddlesome? It was just a little bite from a moth wasp. No big deal. Actually, strike that. It was a big deal. For the past few hours, Sokka had been scratching that itch until his shoulder turned into a bleeding mess. 

He exhaled a long sigh, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Seriously, this is nothing to worry about.”

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No no, this is how you throw a boomerang. You gotta raise your arm above your head and flick your wrist so you can get that spin. But most of all, you gotta look in the direction you wanna throw it. Otherwise, it’s gonna fly off in the opposite direction. Here, just watch me closely.”

He took the weapon from the knight’s hands and then threw it in the way he just described. Sure enough, it came flying back and he caught it with a gloved hand. “Alright, try again.”

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☯– “If it were just the recipes I wouldn’t care.
        That scroll is ancient. It’s a relic from before
        even Monk Gyatso.” 

Aang held his hand out patiently for Sokka to give
back the antique. It was extremely important to him
( and his culture )

       “Please, Sokka.”

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Sokka’s playful grin faded away at the mention of Aang’s culture. Though he did believe that the other’s traditions were a little…backwards, he didn’t want to disrespect his friend. Monk Gyatso was obviously very important to him, and so were his traditions. After all, it was all Aang had left. As the last Air Nomad on the planet, he was the only person who could keep his civilization alive. 

A long sigh passed through the warrior’s lips as he carefully rolled up the scroll and handed it over. “Fine, here you go. Sorry, I forgot how much these scrolls meant to you.” 

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              “ I don’t crawl, “ she spits, “ unlike you peasants “ she sneers,
              crossing her arms, “ I’m looking for my brother, not that I need
              your help
. “ 

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Wow Azula, way to not read his sarcasm. He knew perfectly well that she didn’t crawl; she’d rather march up to someone and burn everything and everyone they loved. The warrior mirrored her standoffish gesture, his eyes narrowed into icy slits. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he drawled, a tint of venom creeping into his voice. “I can’t imagine the oh-so-great Azula crawling up to a lowly ‘peasant’ like me. And as for Zuko… I haven’t seen him. Why do you care? I thought you wanted nothing to do with him.”

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