markofthewise | Sokka the 76th

It was an adjustment. He didn't much like that he was now single. He hated even more the circumstances that led to it. But after this long, Sokka owed it to himself to put himself back together and make some sense of his life. Or at the very least, try and be a little upright for the sake of his friends. After burying himself in work for the past few weeks, it was time for some sunshine. As sunny as it could be in January, anyway. So while he's out, he's not exactly chipper. But he's trying his best to not look as somber and cranky as he has the last few weeks.

Today, he's out with Foo Foo Cuddly Poops, the tiny Saber Toothed Moose-Lion cub he received for Christmas. The little beast is getting a bit bigger now. His little horns are protruding more and he was growing consistently. The little thing could fit on Sokka's head before, but not anymore. He was just shy of being the size of a beagle now. He'd already been bigger than Sokka remembered when he received him on Christmas. Having seen the mother, he knew Foo Foo would only get bigger. He also couldn't leave Foo Foo at home, since his teeth were coming in. Which meant he was chewing up anything he could get his paws on. Not to mention he was hardly housebroken. So this is why today, Sokka was going to the grocery to explore the diet of moose-lions so he could carry it all back in bulk. Which is why he also had an unseemly large bag. He suspected, before long, he'd have to start using a wheel barrow.

At the grocery store, the two explore a variety of foods they both like. Fruits and meat. It seems Foo Foo has a similar appetite to Sokka.

While he's off in one corner letting Foo Foo got to town on a basket of apples, he hits up the journals.

[Voice]

So. How exactly do you teach an animal not only to stop chewing on your valuables, but also to do their business outside? You know, without actually keeping them outside all the time. [A pause as he looks over at Foo Foo.] At least while they'll still fit in the house.

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"Amnesia?" She asked with the slightest grimace. "Unpleasant. But he still knows who he is, right?"

"Selective amnesia, I guess. He knows himself and Winry and stuff like that." Honestly he got a strange vibe off Ed. But anyone back from a kidnapping was bound to be a little off, so he hadn't thought about it much. So instead he chugged his apple juice.

"On the plus side, I see Katara's doing better--"

Which might normally be the segue to ask whether he was doing better, but she instead reaches for the mixing bowl. "That was a bit of a wonky one. That Shift."

He watched her, carefully doing nothing to actually help. If he could get away without learning, all the better.

"It was terrible." Blunt. He doubt she knew half of what was really going on there. "I'm glad she's herself again."

Buffy measured out the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Her eyes kept slipping pointedly back to Sokka as she sifted them together. Take note, they seemed to be saying.

Meanwhile, her mouth said something quite different: "She told me it was the alt-version of her had she tried to stay and fight."

"... what else did she tell you?"

That certainly was the lead-in for the story. But it didn't tell the whole thing. Not by a long shot. By virtue of being concerned by this, he didn't even have to try to not pay attention. It was happening all on it's own.

Edited (that icon is not appropriate) 2013-03-09 05:10 (UTC)

"Not much more. Or -- at least -- I didn't ask beyond the beginning."

Even Buffy was comfortable letting Sokka off the immediate hook while this issue was hashed out.