In 106...

[beliefovermisery]

When Katara has nothing to do, she gets up early and 'bends all day. When Sokka is given the day off... he sleeps in.

Like a normal person.

That's where he is now, just rolling out from under his blankets at what is probably a few hours before noon. Who can really tell at this point? Still, it feels late to him and Sokka yawns, groggy as the blankets are thrown back and he searches for clothing. Pants are found, pulled on and tugged up before he gets up and wanders to the bathroom for more morning-necessities.

Visitors will be grunted at in a I'm-totally-not-all-there sort of way, shirtless with his hair floppy in his eyes.

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[notahick.livejournal.com]

It makes them get this much closer to hot and sweaty sex, with things like, 'Oh god quote Pythagoras for me!' and 'I love it when you go slipsteam!' as key phrases involved involved in foreplay.

But...........

Paige just sighs, gets up and leans over and kisses his cheek. "Unfortunately, your studies are hereby limited to a single control group. Government regulations sometimes limit science, but I'm sure you'll figure out a way to make that work for you!"

Now come to lunch, stupid.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

He'd complain more if he hadn't just gotten kissed.

The fact that it's just his cheek matters not.

Looking terribly happy about it all, he starts to rise, leaning over to grab a shirt from the probably-clean pile of clothing by his bedding. "Since when are you the government?" he asks, pulling the t-shirt on and grinning as he follows her.

[notahick.livejournal.com]

"Don't tell Zuko," Paige says as she goes out the door, "But secretly? Women control everything."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"Hell, if Zuko doesn't know that already, I'm not going to be the one to tell him and risk Mel's wrath..."

Now? Lunch time.