markofthewise | Sokka the 59th

[Today a not-so-unfamiliar face returns to Luceti. He is by no means happy about being here, stuck as he in a pair of New Feather pants. His old stuff? Doesn't quite fit. After all, it was clothes for a seventeen year old, not a nine year old. Maybe this 'little kid' would be happier about this if not for the fact he wasn't a mere four foot six just a week ago. He wears the indignant face of someone not at all content about being so short. He is not a happy little kid.

After waking up behind one of the stores, he goes to the clothing store first to put something on, going to the oft-neglected kid's section of the store. As it turns out, there's not many little boys in Luceti. At least not his current age. Refusing to wear girl clothing, he opts for an oversized tunic and pair of shorts that he secures with a belt. It looks even more ridiculous than the alternative. After that, he'll be on his way to House 56. After letting his housemates know he is home (and finding out about a new arrival), he decides that a mallynapping isn't going to stop him, so he heads to the smithy later to try and get work done. He may drop in on school for at least one class today, because he's trying his best to pretend this is all normal.

At some point in the day he leaves a written message, cautious to keep away from the view screen.]

Sokka here. I'm back from another kidnapping. So if you need anything at the smithy or anything, let me know. I'll get it done.

((ooc: Action him up at any point. Multiple timelines are fine here. And yeah, it's Sokka in a nine year old body, but his normal Sokka mind. He only looks cute. Replies will come from

southernsprout))

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[Okay seriously WHAT THE HELL.]

Little kids shouldn't be in a place like this! You could hurt yourself!

Hey! HEY! I'm not a little kid, Ed. This is still my smithy!

[Brain: currently keysmashing. He'd thought that hairstyle looked familiar...]

Wh- Sokka? What the hell!?

Yeah yeah. I know. I'm small.

[He's heard enough about that, thankyouverymuch.]

You're small. [Yyyyep. Seriously, what the hell.

Malnosso again? Good grief...] ...Too small to be working in here!

[That earns him a defiant look.]

Hey, I still know exactly what I'm doing! There's no reason I can't keep working!

I can think of at least one reason, and I'm looking at it right now.

[Hey shorty, you're dragging your sword.]

[He glances back at the sword.]

... so it's a little heavy. I can still handle it.

Yes, I can see that.

[He really doesn't want to see you kill yourself trying to sharpen that, though.]

Thank you.

[He takes that as an invitation to keep it up.]

[Edward pauses, leaning against the work bench and watching him. He's actually interested in seeing how far Sokka manages to get with this.

...Assuming he doesn't get himself killed. Ed might have to think about stepping in around then.]

[Sokka carries on, propping the sword up against a machine grinder where he'll start shaping the edges. He then climbs up on a crate so he'll be able to better use the machine, and then starts to awkwardly pull the sword up. It's not going well, but he'll get there... eventually...! Maybe.]

[That looks ridiculous. Edward's giving him till the count of ten to get things going. There's only so much idiotic independence that he can take from a little stubby brat.

Ten, nine, eight...]

[He's almost got it! A little more... a little more... and it slips out of his grasp and falls to the ground with a loud clang. No harm done, save a bit of scuffing on the sword. But he's gonna TRY AGAIN.]

[Okay, yeah, that's enough.] You're just going to drop it again.

[Bwuh? He looks up.] No I'm not! I'll get it this time.

Why don't you go help Winry?

[... aha, well.]

... she already tried to kick me out. [He came back.]

Did you stop and think that there might be a reason for her doing that?

Yes. Yes I did. She can't help but think I'm a little kid and that it gives her the right to tell me what to do.

I'm sure it's because you're physically incapable of doing the work right now.

I'm not incapable! It's just harder like this. I can still do it. [Hands on hip, glaring up... and up at Ed.]

[Glaring right back down... down at Sokka. You want to start a fight, midget? Because he will whip your tiny little ass.]

Sokka, just give me the sword.

No. I'm going to sharpen it.

[He turns away and is going to just START over.]

[Nope, you're being ridiculous. So Edward heads over, standing behind Sokka, and grabs him by the collar, lifting him right off his feet. ...Ha, he's so short.]

You're even acting like a child, now.

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