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Ā The closet door closes behind them, snickers already filtering through the wooden grating as her friends all gather āround, immature in their drunkenness. Katara probably hovers the closest of them all, mothering instincts only strengthened by drink.
Ā Ā Toph clicks her cane closed, figuring thereās really no place to get lost in a tiny, dusty closet, with no one but Azula for company. She is in fine form tonight, stumbling for balance even in this small space. But thatās what she gets for joining in when Ty Lee suggested a few rounds ofĀ āNever Have I Ever.ā
Ā Ā Azula rights herself to keep from toppling over, her slim, powerful hands burning even over the fabric covering Tophās shoulder. The older girlās very presence seems to turn up the temperature in there, but Toph still shivers at the innocent touch.She is really close, and Toph wonders if Katara had rigged the game. Sheās the only one who knowsā¦Ā
Ā Ā Aw, fuck it. Might as well give the people what they wantā¦what she wants.
Ā Ā If Azula sees her face change, the way her eyes set with determination, she doesnāt say anything about it. If she protests the way Toph presses closer, she isnāt heard.Ā
Ā Ā Then a box caves underfoot and her world tilts dangerously. It takes her a moment to realize Azula caught her mid-fall, holding her in what passed for a dip, and she canāt help but bark a nervous laugh. Their sour breaths mingle in the musty air.
Ā Ā The blind girlās hands, small but strong, fist in Azulaās shirt as she pulls her down the rest of the way and clumsily mashes their lips together. Itās sloppy, and she didnāt think it through, but the older girl isnāt pushing away so she presses on, too wrapped up in the moment to care what happens after this.