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Stepping out of the tea shop, Iroh groaned. He hated the rain. Surely it was more to do with being a fire bender than anything else, but still, the hatred was there. He always kept an umbrella on him, and he reached into he jacket and pulled it out.
He had just stepped out from under the porch of the shop and began walking when he saw Sokka hunched over and walking determinedly in the same direction. He shook his head and jogged quickly to catch up with him. He put the umbrella over the other man and crowded in as well.
“This is ironic.” he said with a grin. “Fire bender shielding a member of the water tribe from rain.”
Send me a “☂” for my muse to cover yours with an umbrella during a downpour













