Oct 3, 2013
I think I deserve a hug, if you're still handing them out.
"For you? Of course." She smiled kindly and pulled Mineko into a lingering hug.
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I think I deserve a hug, if you're still handing them out.
"For you? Of course." She smiled kindly and pulled Mineko into a lingering hug.
The nonbender frowned "How unfortunate, they're a family recipe." She lied and pulled one still warm from the box and took a bite. "Maybe your wife would like them." She said after swallowing her bite, she would be sick later, but it would be more severe for for the metal benders who had most likely never been exposed to her special herbs.
" She's not a fan of sweets." He lied in return, as he eyed the woman cautiously. She was eating one, but... That meant nothing.
Zeta stepped into Saikhan's view, her face hidden as always. What wasn't normal was the small white box she held in her hands "Captain, to make up for some of my... Harsh words. I have brought you moon cakes as an apology." [don't trust the food Sai! Don't do it.]
" I-"
" I accept your apology. Though- I'm allergic to most moonpies, I'm afraid." He frowned; he wasn't, in truth, though he tended not to trust those who just stepped out of the shadows and offered him things.
He wasn't that trusting.
Mineko proceeds to flop onto Dara, making the springs in their bed creak in protest to the added weight.
"Mini! Are you okay?"
۩ - For Hiroshi Sato... Probably didn't spell his name right.
Send me ۩ and I’ll reply with lyrics about how my muse feels towards yours.
Sometimes I see your face,The stars seem to lose their placeWhy must I think of you?Why must I?Why should I?Why should I cry for you?Why would you want me to?And what would it mean to say,That, "I loved you in my fashion"?What would be true?Why should I?Why should I cry for you?
-"Why Should I Cry For You?' by Sting
((Omg this hurts. Hiroshi is a major trigger for Asami because she was such a daddy's girl.))
Zeta let her step around her and she turned to speak to the brats retreating form "My words hurt because they're true Miss Sato." She covered her face again "You traded it all for shitty friends that left you in the end." The older woman sneered "Poor little Asami, nothing more than a lonely glorified crook now."
Asami stopped walking. Slowly turning her head, a small laugh escaped the mobster's lips. "Clearly you know nothing of my life. It's sad when those we consider monsters continue to thrive, is it not?" She shrugged her shoulders, slightly shaking her head. "Keep painting me as the bad guy if that's what helps you sleep at night."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She replied darkly as her hands balled into fists to keep herself from grabbing the flask with a nasty surprise on her hip. No, that was for fire benders. Even if Asami was a traitor in her eyes she wouldn't use that unless unavoidable. "We had our chance for revenge! And you chose /them/ over justice. Over your own father." Her words dripped with venom, a barely contained rage making her eyes burn like green fire.
Asami dug her nails into her hips to keep herself under control. "Don't you ever talk to me about my father!" She slid her right hand into her pocket, ready to attack if the woman continued to provoke her. "I don't have to explain anything to a nobody." Asami glared at the woman before stepping around her and walking away.
Zeta stepped back into Asami's way, pulling her scarf away to reveal her disfigured face. The whole left side was burned, her lips permanently curled, her ear nothing but crumpled scar tissue and part of her nose missing. It was a stark contrast to the undamaged side. "I will not get out of your way." She snarled "You turned your back on your own people!"
Her emerald hues widened in surprise by the woman's appearance. Asami stood her ground, placing both hands on her hips. "I have no idea who you are or what you're talking about. Now unless you want me to teach you a very valuable lesson, you will get out of my way." The mobster hissed dangerously.