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Terrible?

Carter blinked down at her, removing his sunglasses with a frown. "I was going for 'ruggedly handsome,' but I guess next time, I'll tone down the charm," he muttered. With an awkward nod to her family -- why had he agreed to this, again? -- he cleared his throat, then took the seat alongside Edie, if only to ensure he'd have some sort of buffer. He wasn't overly fond of her, and yet there was comfort in familiarity.

Spreading his napkin over his lap, he deflected, "I actually just got off a 14-hour shift, if you really must know...so no, there were no benders to be had, but I have to say, that would've been far preferable."

imagine being 17 and killing because god told you to (in D&D)

“Don’t start,” Katara warned. She grabbed Zuko’s hand and pulled him forward. “We have a guest.”

“Just barely,” Toph snorted. Still, she ended her antagonization. Katara rolled her eyes, turning to Zuko with a good-natured smirk. She froze when she saw his face had gone red.

“Are you alright?” she asked. Zuko tore his eyes away from where they’d fixated on the vicinity of their hands and chuckled.

“Sorry,” he said. He freed his hand from Katara’s grasp and ran it through his hair. “I was just thinking about a letter I have to write to Izzie later. She wanted some advice on handling this absolute pain on her council.”

“Why are you so red?” Suki asked.

“It’s a little warmer in here than I was ready for,” Zuko said quickly.

“I’ll open the windows.” Katara hurried to let in the ocean breeze.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Toph’s voice was just a shade too saccharine. “Your heart’s going awfully fast.” Zuko cursed the new stone flagging under the floorboards.

“I’m just fine,” he assured his friends, clearing his throat. “I have an arrhythmia in my heart. It’s acting up a bit.”

“What?” Katara turned to Zuko sharply. “Do you need me to have a look? How long has it been bothering you?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” Zuko waved her off. “Honestly, it’s not a big deal. It happens occasionally, but my physician assured me it’s not anything to worry about.” Katara’s brows drew down in worry, and there was a look in her eyes that promised a more in-depth interrogation of his health later if she caught him alone. She let it go for the moment, though. That was all Zuko could truly ask for, he knew.

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