Us: ...well maybe that won't happen this time.

*fails and silently protests*

"I am already yours, Jethro."  The Tsar reminded him, shivering at the husky sound of his voice, coupled with his native tongue.  Mani’s arms reached behind his person, rubbing at anything he could get to rile the male further as a soft smirk blossomed on his features, accompanied by a faint tinge of pink.

"Now, the Fire Nation thinks they don't have to worry about a couple of kids, hiding in the trees. Maybe they're right. Or maybe—they're dead wrong."

"Sounds like you don't have the best sources."

"Trying to keep busy, I guess."