(theshsllibrarian) Vincent chewed on his lip nervously as he waited in Sokka's college dorm room to come back from practice.
Sokka returned and tossed his bag to the side and paused halfway through tugging his shirt over his head, dark hair still damp with sweat from practice. His brows lifted when he noticed Vincent sitting there looking like he was about to confess to murder.
“Whoa, okay, that face usually means either bad news or you broke something expensive.” He snorted softly, tossing the shirt onto his desk chair. “And for the record, if this is about the ramen cups again, I was gonna clean them eventually.”
He grabbed a towel off the bed and rubbed it through his hair before glancing back over at him, expression easing when Vincent still looked nervous.
“Hey.” His tone softened. “You good?”
Sokka leaned against the side of his desk, arms folding loosely over his chest. “You’ve been sitting in my room waiting for me, so I’m guessing this isn’t about dirty laundry.” A crooked grin tugged at his mouth. “Unless my shocking inability to do chores has finally pushed you over the edge.”
