Sokkon deez nuts
i'm gonna kill you so bad you're gonna wish you were dead ...
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Sokkon deez nuts
i'm gonna kill you so bad you're gonna wish you were dead ...
"SUKIIIIIIIIII!"
" sokka ! " usual composure is lost for a second , the trained warrior forgetting quite how important training was the moment eyes fell upon @meteorswrd . war paint was think , but anyone could see how red cheeks flushed underneath , almost bashful for a moment . and yet , it can only last a moment . she's trying her best to seem calm and collected , even if she can't quite budge her smile . " it's . . . it's good to see you . "
-pokes him with a stick-
❝ ok that's IT. ❞
@meteorswrd sent: "Here!" A boyish grin accompanies his outstretched hand as he places something into her palm. "I made it for you." It was a little wood carving of – well, it seemed to have ears of some sort? Or maybe those were fins...?
her cheeks are already burning by the time the token is pressed into her hand. this is just the effect he has . . . never having to do too much to make her heart flutter. still, the gift is more than welcome, and yue brings her free hand upward to examine the slopes and curves of the carving.
❛ oh, sokka . . . it's lovely ! ❜ and she means that, even if she doesn't have a solid idea of what it's supposed to be. she spins the carving around to gaze at it from a different angle. it very well could be a fish. or . . . some kind of small mammal. regardless, it'll go nicely with her collection of the other trinkets he's made her in his time on the road. ❛ you're so talented. will you teach me how to make one of my own ? it isn't right that i can't gift you a little friend in return. ❜
@meteorswrd asked : ❝ Are you busy with momo? I need to borrow him real quick. ❞
brow furrow and hands halt , bone needle stuck halfway through the fabric he'd been repairing. grey eyes glance at the lemur in question ( currently sat next to aang to clean his tail ). ❝ you wanna borrow ... momo ? ❞ that's a first. no one ever wants to borrow momo. appa ? yeah , regularly. he's incredibly lovable and incredibly helpful. momo ? well , he's better known for stealing food than for his utility.
easy smile cracks across the airbender's face , musical laugh coloring his words. ❝ why ? you want him to steal some food for you ? ❞ he's only partly joking. momo is an excellent food thief —-- but of course the avatar does not condone stealing ... unless necessary for the greater good.
meme tag // always accepting
@meteorswrd ➔ [ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.
as if appa's groan-accented landing wasn't enough to announce the airbenders' arrival , aang will call out with a loud : ❝ we're back ! ❞ clothes rustle with the breeze of his dismount , feet landing gently on the ground the way only an airbender can.
the sound of sokka's voice ( and quick approach ) has him abandoning the task of removing appa's saddle to turn with wide smile and friendly wave. ❝ hey , sokka ! how were things —-- oof ! ❞ it's surprise more than anything. the way sokka pulls him in short circuits aang's brain for a moment ; arms stutter before wrapping around his friend in a confused but nonetheless warm hug. ❝ --— with the girls ? ❞ so maybe leaving sokka behind with the girls wasn't the best idea —-- not that the girls aren't fantastic ! they absolutely are !! but they can also be . . . a lot. ❝ i'm guessing not great. ❞
sokka acts like he's gonna kiss his cheek only to lick it and run away
TOO ACCUSTOMED TO ANTICS, earthly irses shield themselves in a squint as Sokka gravitates into his space. instict tells him to dodge, but nerve holds him steady. the side victimized by sokka's tongue scrunches before his leg sweeps out from under the other boy, hooking his foot around his ankle to make him fall into the snow. " very funny . . . except your breath smells like a corpse, Sokka. ugh. " he's using the sleeve of his parka to rub off the spit before the freezing air latches on too quickly. for extra measure, he kneels down and holds sokka to the ground. " I'm not letting you get up until you promise not to do that shit again. "
" No. " With that she flicks her wrist at him, sending a small little shock his direction.