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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[Compensation? Honestly, in a place like Luceti, it was hard to get any reasonable compensation. It was at least easy to trade jobs with the other craftsmen or workers in Luceti. Mind you, the trade of a few cakes in exchange for a sword was a very poor trade for the effort put into each one, but it did create the illusion Sokka wasn't working for nothing. So he glances back at Michael and gives him an appraising look. Is there anything he can actually offer?]

... I don't know. Do you have anything in mind?

[Michael stroked his chin. As far as trade skills went, his started and stopped in the culinary arts.]

Nothing in particular... unless you could use an extra set of hands around the smithy or with something else? I might not have many talents off the battlefield, but a strong back and a dexterous pair of hands has to be good for something somewehre.

[That would mean working with Michael and he's not entirely sure he likes you. He considers for a bit and then eventually shrugs.]

We'll just say you owe me one. Once it starts getting warmer, maybe I will need some extra hands.

[You just need a thicker skin. Don't be such a-

...Princess~]

I'll owe you two. You did make two pieces and hold onto them for me all this time, after all.

[Don't be scared, either. That pleasant, honest smile on his face does happen from time to time. He can't remember to be a snarky prick ALL the time.]

[His skin is plenty thick and he isn't scared at all, seeing as he's not even looking at Michael.]

Sure. Two it is, then. [And coming up on the house, he lets himself in.] Wait here. I'll be back. [Sorry bub, you're not getting invited in.]

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