markofthewise | Sokka the 26th

[It's a busy couple of days at the smithy for Sokka. Aside from the huge playground order, which is keeping the place running all day long, he has a few other projects to work on. His own private supply of Batarangs (the boy has gotta have a hobby or twenty), Smoker's Jitte, and hey, he even finished off that saw he was supposed to finish a long time ago for Edward's client, the Medic. It's amazing how much work a guy can get done when he doesn't want to talk to Raphael, because he's a jerk, and Winry because of soap opera-esque brooding. Well, Edward, at least Sokka still has you, you freakish mountain of a teenage boy.

He'll be home later for awhile after work, but then he'll be heading to the roof of the house. Why? Because it's time he got rid of that spotlight with the Batman symbol on it before it causes any unwelcome attention. Or at least, he needs to get the metal bat piece on there off. Too bad it's welded there. All that work to pry it off might cause him to accidentally turn the thing on a few times and illuminate a certain emblem in the sky. Oops?

Naturally of course, feel free to get up in Sokka's business at any point in the day. He also has his journal open, so he'll certainly speak up if his name is mentioned.]

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Heh. [And she glances at him over her shoulder with the smallest of wry smiles.] What for?

[It's a question that sounds rhetorical - but isn't. So she pauses to give him time to answer, and if he doesn't - well, the fact that she doesn't have anything to pin on him other than that he doesn't understand and can't he see that this is wrong - she'll just start walking again.]

[He... well, he doesn't know what he should be sorry for, other than the obvious fact he made his little sister cry. That alone is more than enough to be sorry for, so he doesn't say anything and leans against the frame of the door and watches her leave. Will he ever learn? ~~No.~~]

[...it's a bit disappointing that he was just saying that to try to make her feel better. She doesn't want him to be sorry. She wants things to be okay. But Katara just... turns and keeps walking, out the door, around the house, and just far enough away that she doesn't have to worry about being seen or bumping into anybody.

The night has gotten cold, but the sky is clear, and the moon never tells your secrets. How long she cried, or how much she raged where no one could hear, Katara didn't know. But after a while and before dawn, she returns to the house.]

[In the meantime, Sokka isn't content to simply go to sleep with things left unsaid. So he waits for her in the living room ~~and ignores Roku's snoring~~, sitting himself in the arm chair that he turned in the direction of the door. His mind goes over what happened, trying to think about what he did wrong.

It's his plan to go after her once the clock shows that fifteen minutes have past. Unfortunately a day of hard work at the smithy, the confessions of Paru's tragic life, meeting Batman on the roof, his first lesson with Ty Lee, and his discussion with Katara have done more than taken their toll. He doesn't manage much longer than ten minutes before his eyes become too heavy to keep open and he drifts off, slouching over in an uncomfortable position in his seat.]

[And so a few hours later, Katara comes back and sees.. her beloved idiot brother, fallen asleep in a chair. She stealthily puts a pillow under his head so it won't hurt quite so badly, fetches a blanket to put it on top of him, and practically stumbles off to bed herself.]

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