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WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO JYOTI’S DELIVERY SERVICE!!!!

          “ it’s payday, girls ! lunch is on me ! ” nima holds up a wad of cash with a grin. how she got that much money ? from a job, of course ! the catch is, it isn’t her job. the perks of having an older sister. she’s sure rowan won’t mind sparing a little cash for her dearest younger sister. after pocketing the cash, she links arms with hani and jyoti, leading them towards their usual lunch spot whenever it’s payday. good food, and an even better view to spy on all the cute republic city boys. “ today, we dine like royals ! ”

      his gaze swept the area as he shot a cheerful grin to each and every person that crossed his path, he’s not always met with returning enthusiasm but the three out of ten odds were good enough for him. 

      instantly, his grin widens (if that’s even possible) at the sight of his newfound, favorite, companion. though he’s not entirely sure she feels the same urgency to always be together as he does, he hurries towards her regardless. ‘ good morning! ’ lei plops a hand atop her head to gain her attention, as if his voice weren’t enough. he ruffles her hair, fully prepared for the consequences of such action. ‘ hey! where’d you go yesterday? i thought we were playing hide and seek but you never found me?? ’

      not that the air nation didn’t graciously offer up room and board on air temple island (in which jyoti did graciously take up on) — but jyoti had been excited to “live” in the city. to eat their take on what’s up and popular in terms of cuisine (vegetarian of course). not to mention the accessories and sorts—which, in an unfortunately turn of events, is why she’s wandering down the streets of republic city now: cute, with the giant new pink clip on her head, but also, broke.

     so much for saving up what’s left of her “allowance” (really, she just prayed and begged for one of the monks at the island to take her money and only offer them up on daily installments after she splurged on that vintage record player on her first day here) for dinner. 

      perhaps she should consider getting a job. surely there must be something an air bison farmer can do in the big city for mon—

      the ginormous hand slapping on top of her head has her jumping, torn away from her dilemma to fix bright eyes on the (frustratingly) taller boy before her, however much of a smile she had on disappearing with the ruffle. “morning—” jyoti doesn’t mean to sound annoyed (though lei has always had a way about that); quick in the way she bends a gust of wind to lengthen the distance between them. a small pout in place. 

     “i don’t think—” she huffs, attention split between fiddling with her hair and the annoying boy. “hey! i never agreed to play hide and seek with you! you just yelled something and ran, so i left.”