"I'm sure I could guess what charms you got Salem, though I won't." Suzy was sure her niece got what she thought was perfect. "Salem was wondering where you, though I was sure you were fine. Guess it was a good thing we didn't go hunting for ya." She then ruffled Susie's hair a bit. "The only way to know what's in it is to open it kid. I can surprise you as well."

She hadn't expected anyone else to be in the Danger Room, having requisitioned this time specifically for some hand-to-hand practice on her own. Kurt's appearance had been a bit of a shock. "What're you even doing down here? I thought I put down my name for this practice slot."

@flxshy said: "So. Someone was talking about your sick scar. I didn't even know you had one."

For a second, Zuko was caught off guard. His hand twitched, almost instinctively, toward the side of his face before he forced it down again. A dry, humorless huff slipped out. “Yeah,” he muttered, “Hard to miss if you can see.” He glanced at her then, the corners of his mouth tightening. “I guess you don’t have that problem.”

Interpreter: "I am not a prophet by any means, but it is not comparable in my many eyes what Angel Dust wants from his situation. You are beyond cruel for even considering putting them on the same path."

"Oh, I think there's one there...nope you missed it...maybe one over there...no its gone again..."

Kris was commenting on Susis trying to catch fish. They weren't trying to be mean or anything just offering some commentary on what they were seeing. They were very bored so any form of interaction would be fun for them.

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Sometimes, Snowy's business operates on the time-honored and ancient tradition of "it's none of his fuckin' business". He somewhat keeps to himself in hometown, having acquired a reputation as a reliable mechanic, if a bit of a loner. The typical drama that is seemingly inherent to a small town is not to his taste, and he does his best to avoid it. He fixes Asgore's truck when it breaks down, and does the same when Toriel brings over the family car, and does not ask either about their relationships. He flicks an ear and allows Carol's pinched expression to wash over him without comment. The errant thought always passes over him to wonder how Rudy is doing, but he doesn't voice it. So it goes for just about everyone in the town.

Nor does he generally bother when someone sneaks out to the junkyard. It's not like he's selling the shit, y'know? Technically not even his property or problem—he just appreciates the proximity when he can go out and salvage something from the mess. He'd be a hypocrite to complain about other people doing the same.

Except it's a little past five today, with the sun well on its way to sinking behind the trees, and a cool autumn breeze is an hour or two away from turning frigid. And he'd caught sight of one of the local teens slinking into the junkyard some hour or so ago. She still hasn't come back out.

For once, his gut instinct overrides the grumbling in his head that says that other people's kids are not his problem. He heads out in the low light, picking his way through the gravel and discarded trash heaps, and eventually finds her in one of the old, rusty cars for whom the junkyard is their final resting place.

He heaves a sigh before rapping gently on the hood of the car to get her attention.

Who needs to bother with a shallow body of water for a bath, when there's warm summer rain?

The only bath he liked was with warm water. His body was more sensitive than a human's, which meant avoiding them as long as possible unless the weather was warm. Baths in winter were out of the question. Spring and autumn were questionable, it depended on the temperature.

But summer was fine. Even better when it rained gently like this. Not hard, not a drizzle. Perfect. He's still dealing with a physical change from the previous night's failed competition, something he knows will be gone within the week. Only reason he's even aware of it right now is due to how the rain is making his kimono cling to his body.

The warm water feels wonderful against his face. Golden eyes are closed, head tilted up as he takes comfort in that warmth. Summer rain was the best rain. Long silver hair would have probably been flowing in the wind, if it wasn't as soaked as his kimono. This is comfortable.

Comfort that is only broken in minor fashion by an unfamiliar scent. Unfamiliar. That meant it wasn't anyone from the group he traveled with. His whole reason for sneaking away was because he didn't feel like listening to them endlessly chatter amongst themselves. Or that's what he'd assert to himself.

Truth was, he never knew what to say. Whenever he tried, everyone just said he was insensitive. Better to stay quiet. But that also meant a person felt left out, which hurt. A hurt he wouldn't outwardly express. No one needed to know anything about that.

"Gonna keep starin' at me like I'm some kinda display? 'Cause if ya got somethin' ta say, say it."

@flxshy said: She was off of Aapa before he had even touched down into the fresh snow, she stumbled, falling to her knees from the leap before leaping to her feet and rushing into the village. "Uncle Sokka!!!!"

Snow barely had time to settle where her boots had landed before she was darting toward him, all flailing arms and breathless excitement. Sokka barely got the word “Kya—” out before she barreled into him, the force of her hug rocking him back a step. Laughing, he swept her right off the ground in one smooth motion, holding her high against his chest.