"Ming, you darling fucker, why is it that on MY birthday I'm the one calling you? I'm real hurt. I mean sure, it's only a metaphorical paper cut or some shit, but you suck and the only way I'm gonna get over it is if you take me out. Sweep me off my feet, dirt eater."
An arched eyebrow coupled with a buoyant smirk makes up Ming’s expression when he hears Shaozu’s voice filter through the receiver before he can even dish out a proper greeting.
“Oh… and where exactly would Princess Shao like to go to this evening? Perhaps that new watertribe eatery that just opened down the street.” Ming snickers, his fist fixed on his hip. “I know just how much you love your sea prunes.”













