summary: two guys are being stupid. aang's tired, irritated and has the time today.
"The whole g-spot thing is a myth, bro." Is what Aang has the displeasure of hearing on a too early Monday morning while lacking his usual cup of green tea. "I genuinely think it's been made up by ladies to make their boyfriends feel bad or something."
"You're so right," the guy's friend agrees and Aang doesn't resist rolling his eyes. "It's like when my girlfriend asks me to rub her clit and I'm like rub your what? You're just making stuff up."
The first guy gasps. "Your girlfriend asks you about the clit too?" He asks, almost conspiratorially and Aang decides that he's had enough. He isn't usually one to barge into a stranger's conversation but this is too painful not to correct. He also can't help but feel sorry for those women if their men don't even know what the clit is.
"Sorry to intrude," Aang starts, loud enough for the two men to know he's requesting their attention. "But the g-spot is real and is about two to three inches in. When you curl your fingers upwards, you should feel a sponge-like texture and your girlfriend's reaction will be pretty telling. Oh and in the simplest way I can explain, the clit is like a button above the entrance and it usually swells up when aroused."
The two men gape at him, shock coating their features in a way that'd be comical if Aang didn't feel so tired.
"Iβ" the first one tries but stops. "How do youβ?"
"I listen to my girlfriend," Aang says easily, proudly. "Which shouldn't be such a hard task to begin with. Anyway, have a nice day."
Aang's mind is then immediately occupied on getting himself a tea and you your beverage of choice, already forgetting about the earth-shattering impact he's just made and left behind.