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!
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.
[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.
[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.]
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[offline]
I will live on inside those who remember me!
[offline]
You're one messed up person. I like it.
[offline]
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.]
[offline]
So, what else is going on? Been okay? Life's been kind of crazy, hasn't it?
[offline]
[offline]
[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?
[offline]
[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.
[offline]
[offline]
Instinct!
[offline]
[offline]
[A beat.]
And that she shouldn't threaten to take off her shirt for me anywhere within the explosion range of my girlfriend.
[offline]
[offline]
[...]
Objectively speaking, of course.
[offline]
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.
[offline]
[
Not sosubtle change of subject before he drags Sokka down his own road of bad-boyfriend-hood.][offline]
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.
[offline]
You can do that?
[offline]
[offline]
They really drive up the interest... That's kinda sick.
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
Oops.
[offline]
[offline]
You didn't miss much anyway. Just Jinx kicking me for flipping her over. Too bad nobody took pictures!
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]
[offline]