#orderoftheages

Years have passed since the Avatar’s death. News of their death has yet to reach beyond the palace walls, and a very select few know that they're gone. The search for the new Avatar hasn't been going well, and only the most trusted officers have been tasked with searching. 

Thomas walks down the hall towards the large doors that proudly display the insignia of the Fire Nation. He approaches and slows to a stop with his hands behind his back and his posture straight. The doors open, and he peers into the throne room till he hears the Fire Lord's voice beckoning him inside.

"Picking today, of all days, to show up here... If you’re going to mock me, at least let me get something to entertain myself with in the meantime while I ignore it."

With Freddie refusing to do so, Al just shoves his arm further into his face. “Your unparalleled intellectual fuckboy-ness using big words to make yourself feel better astounds me, so kudos dude.” The arm is in his face. It is there. Feel it, Freddie.

a:

“I’ve been ripping FAT reps in the gym, if that’s what you mean.” He flexes his arm. “Go on, feel it. Are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs? Art thou?”