Happy Holidays, and love post..

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Happy Holidays, and love post..
"Big hand fetish? More like Rib fetish." Azula scoffed, trying to peel away the layers of her brother's love life.
"Rib fetish?" It was one thing for a face stolen by Koh to bring up such ludicrous ideas, but his sister? Of course, she could just be teasing him and digging into his private life with Katara once more, but either way he wasn't even going to attempt to waste his breath explaining the evident truth: he didn't have a big hand or rib fetish.
Fetish Friday: Seals
"No, I'm not turned on by animals. Why'd ya ask it, you into 'em or somethin'?"
// What you could do, sorry if this is butting in, make a thread with certain people where he is in a coma. Like, that way the people who want to do it aren't bothering the ones who don't. Though I'm sure a lot of people would read it, I know I would. <3
{Not butting in at all! Very helpful actually!
Ah, this is awesome. I wonder who'd be interested though...}
"Trust me, Azula, I loathe this school even more than Omashu. And that's saying something."
The fragrant steam of her bath lulled lazily about the enclosed chamber. Delicate tresses of lavender and juniper hung within the haze, enclosing the Fire Lady in a warming shroud of comfort. There were very few activities she valued more than her bath, for it's silent waters offered such amazing magnitudes of unspoken comforts.
Zuko, having fallen asleep upon his desk amidst a sea of paperwork, was quite obviously not the candidate for warmth tonight, though, somehow, she forgave him, "I think I might just live in here." She sighed with a lazy smile, lowering herself every so slowly into the tranquil depths of steaming liquid, "Zuko can wake himself up in the morning. Serves him right for working all night." She submerged herself deeper, allowing her ebony hair to fan outward into the depths surrounding her, "Mmm-- Night."
{so this is my stupidly long way of saying... I'm going to have a bath and then go to bed. Katie, I just... Oh my god. I love you. Same to you Jane. And Danni. And Liz. You guys... I can't even. Okay, good night.}
Maizula ;)
"Um... you took me out yourself?" Azula raised an eyebrow. "Unless I have the wrong Zuko. I'm pretty sure you're the one who signed off on my asylum release papers."
Zuko furrowed his brow, thinking about all the documents he signed in the past two weeks. Most were fuzzy in his mind, being half-asleep while reading them, but he remembered one of his advisors slipping a scroll in when he was asleep, saying it was urgent.
Zuko growled at his own stupidity, sighing with frustration.
"What do you want, Azula?"