Sokka the 1st | [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka is still sleeping comfortably, thanks in a large part to having arrived inside of a nice warm house. That is, he's sleeping on the floor of House 2 and somehow both snoring and drooling on his open journal. His usual clothes, which were nicely folded around him, have been unconsciously snatched at and thrown on top of him as a makeshift blanket. Naturally all that snoring is being transmitted by voice, as is a few other words...]

Hmmm... stop Momo... that's... vegetables!?

Comments

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[latkje]

What do you think?

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[markofthewise]

... no?

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[latkje]

You might be right. But then, I don't have to play fair, either. [ He shoots something from his right sleeve, and it whizzes past Sokka's face. Obviously, it wasn't meant to hit him. And then, Nash is standing up again. ] It's a shame, I usually have some sort of saying for moments like these.

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[markofthewise]

Oh, I know! You could say something like, "Playing by the rules... is snow fun!"

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[latkje]

No. No, I really couldn't.

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka wiped a tear from his eye from his HILARIOUS joke.] Everybody's a critic. I guess I should start taking this stuff home.

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[latkje]

Everybody is. And it's a lot of stuff.

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[markofthewise]

[By now Sokka has gathered all his weapons again into a large pile of icy and wet implements of pain and has them all in hand.] Thanks for the match, Nash. Next time I'll try and fight fair.

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[latkje]

Next time maybe I won't. I was serious, swords and me are generally through.

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[markofthewise]

That's too bad. [Sokka starts walking home.] I'll see you around, Nash.

[{And holy crap that thread was long.]]