markofthewise | Sokka the 42nd

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Sokka the 42nd - [Action/Written]

[Changing back suddenly had been something of a shock. His counterpart had a tendency to stay up late and while in the middle of making a sandwich for lunch, he gradually became aware something had changed as he blanked out for a moment. He felt shorter, younger, and there was less hair on his chin. His hair was still down, but he soon fixed that. After enough time, things started to catch up with him. All the horrible things he said, did, and thought... they were firmly in his mind. Maybe it wasn't really him who did all that stuff, but he remembered it like it was.

He spends a few hours not even sleeping, just going over everything he could remember, His first priority was his sister. After quietly peeking in on her, he could see she was back to her old self. They really, really needed to talk. But for now, he takes out his journal and writes out a message.]

I'm back to my old self. To anyone I talked to this last week, I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't me, it was... someone else. Kind of. Especially you, Winry.

[Of course, writing that in the middle of the night likely won't get noticed until the morning. By that time, Sokka will be on the roof of his house, temporarily covering up the damage left there by a certain incident yesterday. It's a good excuse for not having to face what happened the last week.]

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[Finally, a Katara that's the right size. He returns the hug.]

I'm sorry. [For... well, just about everything.]

Don't be stupid. [She steps back, smiling with tears in her eyes.] It wasn't your fault.

[None of it was. And when it came to their mom... it had always been her fault. Even when she'd stood her ground and tried, her alternate self hadn't been sure that their mom had made it out of that fight alive. It was because she was a bender. Katara can't help but wonder if he's figured it all out... and wonder if some part of him hates her now.]

I know, but still. You had to be stuck with that jerk.

[He can only wonder if she hates herself for what happened. If she knows, but there's only one way to tell...] How much do you remember?

Pretty much everything in Luceti. [She rubs her hands together unconsciously, to rid herself of the phantom pain.] Some of the stuff is blurry, though - like it happened more than once.

[She'd say 'What about you?' except he's apologizing already so that means... he remembers enough.] Did you eat breakfast already?

[That doesn't tell him enough. Given what those memories must be like, he doesn't want to push her to remember it. He can already tell it's upsetting her.]

I had a piece of toast. [And that was hours ago.]

[That's it? He must've been really upset. She offers him a tentative wry smile.] Let's get something to eat. The roof can wait.

[Besides, if they're going to talk about this, a full stomach is so much better to face things on.]

[He nods at that. Something to eat would be good. He's presently becoming aware of how hungry he is.]

That sounds like a good idea. [He goes to the door and opens it for her. Looks like one habit from his other self didn't wear off.]

[Katara blinks at the gesture of politeness but then just smiles and heads on in to rummage in the kitchen.]

Looks like we've got eggs and fish leftover... we can make eggrolls! Or just something simple.

[She's already taking out the eggs.] Would you rather have sausage?

[Normal, mundane things are so nice.]

[He just gives her look.]

Meat is meat. How about both? [He can handle the suasages at least. He's no expert in the kitchen, but it beats sitting down and waiting for her to finish.]

[She removes the sausage and tosses it to him.] Both sounds good.

[Despite everything else she is just so glad it's her brother who is back.]

[He fetches a pan and gets started on those.]

You know, I was kind of thinking I should start growing a beard of my own.

[Behind his back, Katara makes this face. It's not that she thinks the beard is a bad look on her brother. It's that... coming so close on the heels of Avatar!Sokka...]

Maybe you'll want to wait a little bit on that.

[He just doesn't understand why so many people are against manly facial hair.]

I guess people might mistake me for the other Sokka. Maybe I could settle for a mustache. Like Haru's!

Haru grew a mustache?

[Scrambling those eggs now.]

[He blinks before remembering the timeline thing.]

Oh yeah, you never saw that. It was... interesting. A mustache... [He traces it with his fingers.] And a little patch here. [Ending just below his lip.] I'm not sure it was right for him.

[She glances up at him to watch Sokka.]

Huh. I don't see it.

I just don't see the appeal of mustaches.

[Cooking them sausages now. Mmm, now that smells nice.]

Me either. So how about you just not grow one?

[Eggs are about halfway done now.]

Agreed. [He does rub alongside his cheek.]

Sideburns. Now those are pretty cool. [Sure, it's more of a Fire Nation thing, but... it has a nice look to them.]

Bleck. No.

[And she shuts off the flame.] Eggs are done.

[She moves to start portioning it out.]

I'm done too. [He grabs two plates and sets them out, scooping out each sausage onto the plates.]

[She puts the eggs on the plates and moves to sit at the table.

She starts to eat.]

So... welcome back.

[He does the same. He chews slowly on his food after she speaks. He knows where this conversation is headed. So much for facial hair.]

You too.

[She turns her attention to her food, not looking at him. She doesn't even know where to start. So. Food's good.]

[Yes, chewing is very good. Eventually he breaks the silence.]

The other Katara... she told me, er, the other me everything that happened.

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