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Katara rolled her eyes at him. “Sokka, it was an accident. I’m fine.”
“I know, but I still don’t like the way he was looking at you.”
Katara snorted.
“You don’t like guys looking at me in general.”
“That’s because they’re all jerks sis, remember that!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Katara said. “Relax Sokka, Zuko is as cold as ice for a Firebender. I don’t think I’ve got anything to worry about with him.”
“That’s what I like to hear!”










