Oct 6, 2014
bolxjun
[`A yawning youth makes his way out of the room he was given to slumber in, fingers scratch at his stomach through a thin shirt -- but he's not as sweaty as the previous night thanks to Nukka's advice. It was hard to water bend while you were sleeping, but he'd manage a makeshift system fueled by flowing water that would keep flowing even after he slept. A little bending had dried off his bedding and clothes once he was awake, and killed the ice sculpted device, replaced the by then melted structure into his flask.] Time to eat... then go learn. [`a hum of insects heard outside the windows are foreign to him, they're irritating. He smacks himself in the cheek when a fly gets a little too close to his ear, grumbling.]