markofthebrave | [ Action, Voice ] .056

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[ Action, Voice ] .056

[Okay, so waking up today was weird. She thought it was Saturday, but by the state of the house and where things were... it was actually Monday. Sokka was back - woke up in his own bed, and all, but when Katara went to check on Toph to see if she remembered what happened...

Her room was bare. There was nothing left. Toph was gone.

After stumbling to the wall and leaning on it a long moment to get herself together - is it going to hurt like this every time? - it was time to tell the household.

That accomplished, one of them had to let the town know... and Katara volunteered. She opened up her journal to find a mission summons from the Malnosso. She stared at it a long moment - now? When her housemates need her most they're calling for her now? She shut the journal. She needed a moment to process.

Eventually, she'll open up the journal again. Her voice is a little strained, but steady.]

I'm sorry I don't know any other way to say this but... Manliness Classes are going to have to be canceled again. Toph's gone home.

And... [hhhng, announcing this to the village is so weird, but...] Sokka's back. [There, that's better. Starting with him gives her someplace to stand on.] But I'll be leaving on a mission tomorrow, so... I'll see you all in a week or so.

[So after making this post mid-morning, Katara sets about doing what she needs to do. Sirry Crags, huh? She knows how to handle high altitudes and fighting in snow. She'll just... pop into the Item Shop to double check for a few things, and then hopefully bump into someone willing to help her carry groceries home. It looks like she's going to need to do a week's worth of cooking today.]

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[And on a normal day, Katara would recognize that mutual space invasion with him is a Very Bad idea. Today is not really one of those days.

She slips to the other side of him and puts a hand on the pan.]

You cook, I clean - we take turns. House rules.

[He puts a hand on the same pan. Centimeters from her hand. Smirking. A smirk of challenge. With bold eyes sparking with ~~being so incredibly turned on~~ interest. Are you willing to put this to the test, Katara?]

[She's not sure she is. She goes very still, but she doesn't move her hand, she doesn't retreat. Okay, maybe she leans a little bit away, but it's so she can tilt her head to the side a little because what is that look in his eyes.]

...why are you looking at me like that?

[Surely it's adrenaline that's causing her heart to beat a little faster. She has a feeling that this could go very badly, but. Friends, right? She can trust him.]

Katara, don't worry, I got this.

[And he inches his hand closer to her hand on the pan there. Closer... closer... if you don't want the hands to touch, you'll need to pull back entirely. Otherwise, he will totally overlay his hand on top of hers]

[FROWN. And she doesn't pull back.]

I'm not just going to sit here and watch you clean.

[She had been looking at him, and not at the progression of his hand on the pan, and so when his hand overlays hers, Katara looks down, frown decompressing and softening the expression of her lips with shock. She will go to move away, then, if he lets her.]

[He... is tempted to not let her. There's actually a brief moment (a second or so) of resistance before, well, he lets her go because that's the point of this exercise. And then with a -

..You know what, he actually sticks his tongue out at her before returning to cleaning without her]

Sooorry, too late.

[...pffff.

Fine. She didn't really want to clean anyway. She's tired. And who wants to clean?]

[And so, after rolling her eyes to the high heavens, she remains just a half-step or so away and fixes him with a Firm Stare.]

This isn't happening again.

Eeeeh, but for now, I win, right?

[Rinse, rinse- but mostly drying at this point.]

[Sigh.]

For right now, yes. You win.

[She turns to just go - start doing something else.]

[This won't take him but maybe a few more minutes anyway. And there we go! Done. He'll go to put them away now]

[She decides to take petty revenge by... not watching him in her kitchen. It's harder than she thought. She hates just sitting and doing nothing, and she's tired and so somehow she's ended up curled up on the corner of the couch with her back to him.]

[Katara that is the meanest punishment. He doesn't realize she has done it through, not at first. he finishes putting away all he needs to put away (except for the leftover rice in the cooker. Not sure what to do with that he sort of ponders it a moment. He could make rice balls but... no he's just going to leave it there. And then he turns to look for her- ...not there.

[So where is she? He considers calling but... not his house and people sleeping. So he just silently goes to look around for her. Hmmm...]

[She is curled up on the corner of the couch, her feet tucked up on it and one hand loosely around her legs as her knees press to her chest. The other hand is on the arm rest to her side, and folded up so that the back of her hand rests on her shoulder and her head rests on the palm of her hand. Her hair is loose, and as such it's at least partially covering her face until she hears him make his way over.

Then she straightens a little, turning her head to face him with a small smile.]

Hey. All done?

Mmhm. Other than the rice - there's some leftover, so I just left it in.

[He nods, leaning forward a bit. ....God she's pretty. But you know what, this couch looks like it has more space and he left his hoodie in the kitchen on the counter, so he's just going to shrug and before she can protest too much turn, and slide into sitting next to her (with a reasonable distance) on this couch]

[She shifts a little away from the side, redistributing her weight to her back more against the armrest so that she could face him more properly after he takes a seat. She speaks quietly, both in consideration of the rest of the house and because she's tired.]

That's good.

[...a little internal sigh as the fact that he sat down finally registers. She's really going to have to ask him to leave if she wants to get any sleep tonight, isn't she. Because he doesn't look at all tired. In fact, he looks... her gaze drifts to his wings before flickering up to smile at him.

He looks just like himself.]

[~~What you don't want him to be all Edward Cullen on you? You can fall asleep in his lap, promise it won't be weird.~~ But no, in any case he just smiles at her, leaning back on the other ledge of things. His feet go up onto the cushion as well, and he crosses his legs some, sitting on the couch. Very much making himself at home here, pushing the boundaries and the limits.

It's not that he isn't tired - he might a little - but... really, being here and being with her is filling him with energy. his heart is positively fluttering now, and it's possible that's making him lose sight, just a bit, of the fact that she needs rest.

...But he doesn't say anything here. He just sits, smiling at her]

[~~Katara would ice Edward Cullen to the wall. Vampires are bad, Buffy said so.~~

...he's just smiling at her. This is kind of weird.]

...what?

[Is something on her face, or something?

And some part of her is increasingly aware of how he settled on her couch, not so very far away from her. It's the same part that quite helpfully informed her of his nearness while they were fighting over a pan at the sink. She's just not sure what to do about it yet. He hasn't crossed any lines.]

I'm just admiring the view?

[Deftly. His head shifts to the side a bit as he says this, the portrait of innocence!]

[Pfff. She smiles a little at that, shaking her head. Despite the fact that she'd told him she'd try to believe him within reason - and that was certainly reasonable - dismissive disbelief is comfortable and old hat and exactly what she falls into.]

[And then she tries to change the subject.]

It's getting late.

Eeehh, I suppose it is at that. And you will have to be rested, moon's gift or not.

[But he makes. No move to well. Move]

[...

She lets out a noise which is somewhere between a laugh and a groan (and could probably be misconstrued as something very different in another circumstance, although she's certainly not thinking anything like that) as she very nearly says his name in an almost whine, her shoulders lowering a little with the force of it.]

Masaomi.

[Are you seriously going to make her kick you out?]

[He...

Well he blushes here. He also moves his legs a bit to lean in closer to her. He doesn't say anything just yet, sort of... amazed at her. Amazed at himself too. Just breathe]

Eeeh...

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