markofthewise | Sokka the 67th

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Sokka the 67th - [Action/Voice]

[Well, apparently the experiment was over. Sokka was glad for that. He was also in his rightful body. He had to suffer a kiss from Haruhi for it, but that seemed worth it to have his body back. A small price to pay and all that. That meant that with all the madness over, he could finally get back to work. He felt rusty, but once he was back in the smithy, everything just felt right. But he also didn't have much in the way to work on, which meant he was going to have to make a courtesy call to Luceti for work.]

So... that was one of the weirder experiments. But it was pretty harmless. I'd rate it about a three on the annoyance scale. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with all these costumes I ended up with. [Maybe he can give them to Shiki. Surely she wants loads of peasant clothes.]

Anyway, there's a weapon shop in town - the Slash and Crash. Yeah, I know, cool name. I came up with it myself. Anyway, things are slow-ish around here, so we're willing to take some requests and commissions for stuff. Or, well, I am anyway. I can't make guns or anything, but your swords and spears and stuff? We've got that. We can also do repair or maintenance work too. So... just let me know. Or come in. That works too.

[With that out of the way, Sokka starts fixing his work area, noticing now that Haruhi managed to get it a little out of order. He'll spend the rest of the day doing manly things, like staring at his reflection in the fountain and sometimes flexing just a little to remind himself he's no longer a tiny five foot tall girl. On the way home he stops to stare at the Brigade building, thinking back to being in charge there. He then decides obviously he doesn't miss that at all and goes to get some food. He might also be willing to help make dinner tonight. He's had a little practice this past month.]

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Oh, I'm interested. Intrigued, really. Do elaborate, please.

[But maybe this isn't the right place to do it. Maybe they need more... privacy.]

[She leans in meaningfully, getting niiiiice and close... then tilts her head and whispers in his ear.]

It's an elite, secret technique passed down from warrior to warrior from Avatar Kyoshi herself. Are you sure you can handle it?

[... Avatar Kyoshi. Blink.]

I... wait, what?

[An innocent blink in return.]

Um- one of my ideas. It's a really good exercise routine I was taught before I became the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. It's great for developing stomach muscles!

... oh. Yeah. Um, that sounds great! We should do it!

[sob.]

[Well that's what you get for shunning your girlfriend's physical advances for a month, honey- she just assumes you're not interested. ~~even if that wasn't you~~]

Wanna try it out soon? I've got a free afternoon, and we could head to the battle dome.

[This may very well be the death of him. Cruel and unusual punishment.]

Yeah... sure! And then afterward we could... do something special.

...Special?

[Her response is... wary. Is he suggesting what she thinks he's suggesting, or is this just a well-tossed bone that she's misinterpreting?]

[sob, Haruhi, what have you done to my wife-to-be.]

Yeah. Special. Like... maybe not going home tonight sort of special. [... SMOULDER.]

[...Wait, he's serious?]

You mean...

[That special?]

Oh, I mean.

[He waggles his eyebrows. Over a year of dating and he's still not much better at this.]

[This time she gives him a somewhat teasing expression, one final test before she starts doing mental cartwheels at the return to normalcy.]

What's gotten into you all of a sudden? I've been wondering if you didn't like me anymore.

[Which, despite the playful nature of the question and her thoughts (at the time) of it being nothing too out of the ordinary, has been kind of a Big Deal recently.]

[Well... how does he explain that...]

It wasn't you. I just... wasn't feeling like myself this past month. [He isn't lying there, at least.] I'm sorry about that.

[And sorry for the things she'd probably never forgive him for if she knew.]

[And apparently will never know, for that matter.]

...Well... I guess if you're really sorry, you can make it up to me somehow.

[If he's really, really creative about it.

And begs a little.

And gives her something pretty.]

You're not going to make this one easy, are you?

[Not that he minds the challenge. He just might need longer than a day.]

Probably not. Think you can handle it?

[She's starting to look forward to the eventual results, actually.]

[Handle it, she says. Oh Suki. You know not with which you have got yourself into!]

Suki. I was born able to handle it.

[... wait.]

... well, not literally born able to handle it. I mean... I didn't think about dating until I was like... twelve. [Cough.]

[His bravado and antics do earn him a giggle, at least, so he's on the right track.]

Yeah, I think you'll do okay. Just keep doing what you do best.

[/JUST AS PLANNED]

Which would be everything, right?

Everything? That's a bold claim.

[She pauses somewhat dramatically for thought. Everything, huh... everything...

...]

...Let's just say you're best at being you.

Well I do have a knack for it, don't I? [Sort of the elite among Sokkas. Those other Sokkas don't quite measure up.] You're not half bad at being Suki either.

Only half bad? I must be slipping.

[They really are a strange pair, though.]

Hey, that just means that one half is really great!

[See! It's flattery if you try and squint. But really it just means Sokka is equally capable of teasing back.]

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