[ normally, sokka doesn't let this kind of stuff get to him. maybe it's just being away from basically everyone he loves that has him on edge, and close enough to tipping over that the only thing keeping him from cliffdiving is zuko's voice, which, in this circumstance, is strangely calming. it's weird; zuko's supposed to be the angry one, not sokka, but here they are. ]
[ he grumbles loudly, throwing his hands in the air. ] Ugh! What was that guy's problem? [ folding his arms across his chest, he huffs indignantly, frowning so hard his eyebrows might actually connect. he's a furious pouter. ] And what's a shuck? And why did it spell my name Soccer? [ he doesn't even know what a soccer is. he also asks a lot of questions when he's mad. sorry, zuko. ]
action. backdated to 12/8.
[ normally, sokka doesn't let this kind of stuff get to him. maybe it's just being away from basically everyone he loves that has him on edge, and close enough to tipping over that the only thing keeping him from cliffdiving is zuko's voice, which, in this circumstance, is strangely calming. it's weird; zuko's supposed to be the angry one, not sokka, but here they are. ]
[ he grumbles loudly, throwing his hands in the air. ] Ugh! What was that guy's problem? [ folding his arms across his chest, he huffs indignantly, frowning so hard his eyebrows might actually connect. he's a furious pouter. ] And what's a shuck? And why did it spell my name Soccer? [ he doesn't even know what a soccer is. he also asks a lot of questions when he's mad. sorry, zuko. ]