“You’re staring again.”
-- -- { theme: rent };; accepting
“Sorry, sorry,” Aang answered immediately, his eyes dropping from the Princess. He didn’t mean to stare at her, and he most certainly didn’t want her to feel like she might suddenly snap. Truth was, he wasn’t watching her because he wanted to be ready for the inevitable break; he was watching her because her mannerisms were -- unique. He couldn’t describe it. Everything she did had to be done with such forethought and precision, as if she couldn’t dare the thought of something less that perfection.
He thought it must get tiring. “I’ll try to stop.”












