"I'm an uncle!" Sokka announces proudly, beaming wide. At least it's cigar stink, and not cigarette, that's his perfume, because he's throwing his arms around her, getting into the room and Paige gets to go spinning for a few minutes while he laughs.
"Loo's got blue eyes and Hana's got gold and they're both tiny little matches just waiting to set us all on fire and they're adorable and they're my nieces!"
WHEE!
But the spinning stops 'cause he's tipsy and that's not a good combination.
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:38 am (UTC)"Loo's got blue eyes and Hana's got gold and they're both tiny little matches just waiting to set us all on fire and they're adorable and they're my nieces!"
WHEE!
But the spinning stops 'cause he's tipsy and that's not a good combination.