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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.

[He'll just pretend that's not a really pretty picture, okay?]

Oo-h, yeah. Objectively speaking. Definitely. She used to have this really nice skirt-thing that would have really made it pop. Shame the Animus took it away.

You'd think creepy fish spirits would be a little less greedy.

[~~Not so~~ subtle change of subject before he drags Sokka down his own road of bad-boyfriend-hood.]

[Hey, Sokka is faithful to Suki, he just has a wandering eye, okay? Especially for nice-looking girls.]

Pfft. I can tell you from experience they are less-than-generous. I had to give up stuff just to get my sister's healing back from them.

[After a moment of silence, Masaomi springs himself back up so that he's once again sitting properly on the fence. Obnoxious grins have been traded for a mellower curiosity.]

You can do that?

Not recommended, man. It was a terrible experience. [And he's got the scars to prove it, though it might be hard to see them out here. Still, he tugs at his sleeves and shows of the fine parallel lines of scars that encircle his arm from his shoulder down to his wrist. It's the same on the other side, and in many of the other parts of him that aren't exposed.] They did this, and then they took some of my memories. A lot of them, from what Katara says.

[Masaomi leans forward to get a good look, though his expression is carefully blank as he does so. He's far too used to checking out injuries and scars; quiet, unreadable analysis comes naturally. He can't tell what would make scars like that though, other than simply the animus' magic.]

They really drive up the interest... That's kinda sick.

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