ᴀway from the stars ; sa ✕ lk
If there was a time she hated humanity, this was it.
Yes, that was indeed truth that the youngest of the Sato hated a lot of things—but wasn’t this in her blood? It wasn’t an entirely bad thing though, and she was used already to a point that things bothered, but not enough to get her this annoyed.
It was just that she didn’t meet Aurelius – and would have liked to remain it like this if it wasn’t for this damned team. Nor Yonggi nor she had money enough to keep a pro-bending team – unlike talent, which, not being modest at all, they had to waste carelessly – and there were some sacrifices to be done in order to keep the work and the fun.
Ironically, no one alerted that in those kind of sacrifices would include getting her going out with a short guy, annoyingly bad at pickups – but determinate to keep going with the awful ones – and smelling like a king surely wouldn’t. “But rich!” She remembered what her team mate would say, and tried to not boil yet as her hair was compared to a rare type of turtle-dog’s furr.
But it was when he bought popcorn – the caramelized type, the one that would actually match her hair color – and stuffed his mouth with it, that she couldn’t handle anymore. Aisha forced a smile and a quick apology like she had been taught back with her aunt, and rushed herself with the excuse of puking—what would have been true, if she hadn’t slid her way past the crowd and in one of the less colorful tents. Weren’t these the crew’s habitation or so?
“Is anyone not decent?” She asked, pushing away what seemed to be a door before stepping in the place. Longer than two seconds is an agreement, right?