Rules: 1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences. 2. Tag to others. 3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments] 4. Have fun.
Not yet, but maybe I want to? Maybe, I don't know, you're actually pretty appealing which leads to me thinking you're worth my time. Trust me when I say I haven't had a lot of people I felt that about. ( idiot ) Maybe because in the couple of conversations we've had I saw something that I like. Is that really so hard to wrap your head around? ( probably yes because boys are really stupid
But the coffee comment She cannot abide that shit. )
I'm not appealing. [ it's difficult for him to wrap his head around it. ask him what he does for fun, he'll be even more appealing then. ] I want to get to know you, too, but ... [ he's not very good at reading the signs or even reading the big, blinking one written in block letters that says she likes him, but he feels like there's a but there, as if the spirits (or uncle, but he'd push him toward her like he did with jin all those moons ago) are trying to tell him something. there's mai to think about, and the fact that he's always getting into trouble. ]
Isn't that tea? [ that's what uncle has been telling him since he was like a tiny little cute thing that didn't have outbursts and thought the world was a big ball of sunshine! ]
Um. Have you met you recently? Looked in a mirror? ( this conversation grows increasingly frustrating with time. he really doesn't get it, does he? she wonders what it's like to be so blind to your own good qualities. everyone has demons and darkness but he really just sees himself as nothing that great. But he is that great. She'll just have to show him. Possibly obnoxiously. ) But what? ( fucking "stilettos" )
Tea's good too. But coffee is accompanied by feeling wide, wide awake.
[ that'd be right, stilettos. but zuko sighs, carding a hand through his hair. some if it sticks up, but most of it flops back down. ] Nothing. [ he doesn't even know where to begin; too much baggage comes with him and it's not fair for anyone to deal with it but him. a brief pause sits between them. ] I looked this morning. [ and all he saw was bed hair and a scar. he doesn't understand how that, and even the things he's done, can make him appealing. but her compliment is a little lost on him, never quite being a recipient for verbal compliments when the girls take to appearing out of nowhere like the doves. ]
I'm wide awake. But I don't need anything for that. Tea makes you feel good. [ having tea here means uncle is with him, even if he's not physically there to reprimand him. ]
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I don't even know what coffee is! [ that's an outburst. ]
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But the coffee comment
She cannot abide that shit. )
Only the most delicious beverage ever.
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I'm not appealing. [ it's difficult for him to wrap his head around it. ask him what he does for fun, he'll be even more appealing then. ] I want to get to know you, too, but ... [ he's not very good at reading the signs or even reading the big, blinking one written in block letters that says she likes him, but he feels like there's a but there, as if the spirits (or uncle, but he'd push him toward her like he did with jin all those moons ago) are trying to tell him something. there's mai to think about, and the fact that he's always getting into trouble. ]
Isn't that tea? [ that's what uncle has been telling him since he was like a tiny little cute thing that didn't have outbursts and thought the world was a big ball of sunshine! ]
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Tea's good too. But coffee is accompanied by feeling wide, wide awake.
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I'm wide awake. But I don't need anything for that. Tea makes you feel good. [ having tea here means uncle is with him, even if he's not physically there to reprimand him. ]