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Iroh had originally had no intention of letting this get the better of him. He didn't need to speak. After all monks long ago used to go days without speaking, weeks, months even. It was all a matter of willpower and spirituality. This may even be a good thing. Without speaking, he would find better ways to communicate. But then it dawned on him: He was a United Forces General. 

Most of his entire career depended on his ability to give orders swiftly and confidently. What was he going to do? Keep a piece of paper and marker handy at all times? And even if he did, that meant nothing if they were sneaking through Republic City and he needed to give an oral order to someone in front of him or over the radios. 

So now his mission was to get a blowjob. But how?! The M!A was so specific. He wasn't allowed to lead Bolin into it. So no hints about it or anything, but he could always just start making out with him, right? 

He sighed as he walked up to Bolin's apartment door. Even if he could start things like that, he knew he wouldn't. He was much too much of a coward to just start making out with a guy he had been just slightly obsessed with for several months. 

Bolin,

Next time you and your friends decide to drink, do make sure to take a more trustworthy person with you. I rather not have to drag you to the dormitories after you've been abandoned in the middle of the courtyard.

"Are you sure it said six eggs?"

"I'm quite positive. The recipe calls for half a dozen."

Bolin held his chin as he looked at the ingredients they had laid out on the table. In his head he counted off the number of eggs sitting by the bowl, then on his fingers. "But there's only six," he reiterated, turning to the councilman.

Tenzin sighed as he thumbed through the cookbook he held in one arm, in the other was a napping Rohan. "Six is a half dozen Bolin," he told the young man.

"Oh."

Tenzin swiftly cracked the eggs and added them to the batter that already consisted of flour, vanilla, sugar and the other mix-ins, skillfully doing so with one hand. Meanwhile Bolin made faces over his shoulder, hoping the baby would wake and laugh. The teen straightened again as Tenzin turned back.

"Thanks for this Master Tenzin," Bolin smiled as he was handed the bowl and a spoon. He followed the motion Tenzin made and stirred the batter. Chattering on, the mix splattering lightly over the sides of the bowl. "I mean really. Ever since me and Mako have been on our own, I don't think we've ever done anything for his birthday. He always says it's alright but I just -"

Tenzin reached out to put a hand on the earthbender's shoulder. "Bolin."

"Yeah?" 

The elder man draped a dish towel on Bolin's shoulder, Bolin took it and blew his nose away from the bowl.

Asami would do anything for her small, little family. They were everything to her, all that she had left. Her husband, Bolin, was her better half. He always knew how to cheer her up, he was always there for her when things were tough and he took care of her as if she were a princess. Asami loved Bolin with all of her heart, and wouldn't let anyone take him away from her. 

Then there was their 'new addition' to the family, their three year old son, Jin, who was Asami's treasure. Jin was a ball of energy, the light in her life that made her smile. Though he could easily make her frustrated by not listening and disobeying all of the rules, Asami loved her son with all of her heart. She couldn't imagine her life without him.  

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"Good."