How Zuko met Sushi (sorry if it's doubled, my phone did sth weird)
The thing was, Jee reflected, they all knew something was up. All of them. The entire crew. They just didnât want to look an ostrich-horse in the mouth, especially since the ostrich-horse had previously been either sobbing, yelling, or trying to climb deliriously overboard because He just needed to go back, he needed to explain, father would forgive him--
All three, sometimes.
So when that all stopped, when they went three nights in a row without the watch having to draw straws on who was going to bodily restrain a feverish child from drowning...
They all knew something was up.
Jee just. Hadnât expected it to literally be up.
âHuh,â he said, staring at the little limbs writhing in the pipe works of the mess hallâs ceiling.
âVaguely horrifying,â said Engineer Hanako, and did not clarify which of them she meant.
The Prince of the Fire Nation, wearing silk pajamas that had probably fit him better before the fever, and with his stunning lack of depth perception on display behind his white bandages, kept edging along, one hand outstretched.
The catopus kitten kept inching further away, somehow looking even more precarious than the kid. It had probably climbed aboard near the home islands, and hadnât been able to leave once they hit colder waters. Now it was stuck here.
Relatable.
âHas anyone seen my nephew?â asked a somewhat frazzled Prince Iroh.
This, Jee would reflect later, would be the crewâs first practice at not seeing anything at all.
Imagine my delight to see, upon googling "octopus juvenile", that they are rather see-through aside from the spots.
Of course this is rather difficult to convey in a simple sketch, but just imagine teeny tiny glass noodle tentacles.



















