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IC ♪ ADSTRING VOICEMAIL

If I'm not answering, it must be because I'm living with the baddest babe this side of the inner city! Go ahead and leave a message if you're not too overcome with jealousy! Kthxbai!

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[The more upbeat of the two accepts the gift and nearly hop-skips over to the wooden fence that separates their yard from, well, what used to be another yard. After jumping up onto the support board, he makes quick work of the wrapping to reveal his latest present.

And promptly grins like an idiot.]

Seriously?

Yeah, seriously. Is it... bad? [SO UNSURE! He looks happy, but someone had pretty much told him it wasn't that nice of a hat (for a girl), so...]

[Masaomi responds by immediately stuffing the hat onto his head. It's totally a girl hat, though he'd agree it'd look pretty silly on anyone without the right clothing combination. Masaomi, however, loves silly.]

So how do I look? If I was wearing a yellow sun dress, would you have the hots for me?

[Mentally. Facepalming. But he laughs anyway.]

Oh, yeah, I'd definitely wolf whistle at you.

[Cupping his hands around his mouth, he promptly stretches back and howls.]

Now you'll have to go apologize to Suki before the Adstring fairies tell her her man had dirty thoughts about a hat!

Pfft. She can't stand in the way of our love, man. That hat just makes it.

We're the bromance of the century!

[With a grin, he nudges Sokka.]

You realize this means we have to order shirts, right?

[He may or may not be mouthing the word "bromance," having never heard it before. And now he thinks you're so clever, Kida!]

Yeah, oh yeah. Might as well call Kanaya, I'm sure she can whip something up for us pretty quick.

[Not that clever! But certainly that oblivious!]

I can see it now... [He spreads out his hands in front of him to illustrate his vision.] Each shirt with an arrow on it: one left, one right. And smack dab in the middle of the chest...

"I'M WITH HIM. (Because it makes me look better.)"

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

You handle that, I'll alert the press. And we'll tell our respective ladies together to eliminate the number of caskets when they cream us.

Who even needs caskets? Just spread the ashes over the lake!

[deadpan] People drink from that lake, man.

[Unperturbed! He clasps his hands together and looks to the sky fondly.]

I will live on inside those who remember me!

[Oh, Kida, why are you so good at what you do? Sokka laughs.]

You're one messed up person. I like it.

[For once, there's no suggestive come back. Masaomi just smirks. In a ridiculous yellow striped hat.

Sokka doesn't know the half of it. But if he ever got up the guts to tell someone on his own, Sokka would probably be the guy.]

[Sokka would totally listen. And never judge.]

So, what else is going on? Been okay? Life's been kind of crazy, hasn't it?

When isn't it? [He chuckles lightly while stretching, gaze to the sky for a moment before returning to Sokka with a sheepish grin.] Pretty sure I pissed off your pampered princess though.

[...]

[Have a look, Kida.]

She's not my pampered princess, just a pampered princess. Anyway, what did you do to make oh-so-rational Azula ticked off?

Well, she made it pretty clear she's not mine!

[Down the pseudo-blond goes, hanging over the other side of the fence so that his hair brushes the dirt.]

I miiiiight've told her to back off around Jinx. Then I miiiiiiiiiiight've hit on her a little right after. On accident.

[Staring, mouth open.] How do you hit on someone by accident?

[One hand, pointer finger planted toward the sky, shoots up in response.]

Instinct!

So, what did you say to her?

That she should wear a flower ornament in her hair.

[A beat.]

And that she shouldn't threaten to take off her shirt for me anywhere within the explosion range of my girlfriend.

She probably shouldn't threaten to take her shirt off for anyone aside form her own girlfriend... but a flower would look nice in her hair.

Right? Seriously, especially a red one! Clipping one to her bangs would be like taking a red hot and dipping it in salsa!

[...]

Objectively speaking, of course.

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