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If this were Apocalyptica or Eden or even Kansas itself, if Mel and the babies were at the house with them, Sokka would have woken up in a dogpile of limbs and baby drool. But with Mel and her daughters off with Erin for some sisterly bonding, Sokka wakes up in a rock bunker made by yet another Toph that doesn't recognize him with five feet between himself and the other occupant of the room.

A glance at Steph and a smirk given for the tangled blonde hair hanging in her face, Sokka grins a little and gets to his feet. There's a pool outside that will do well enough for a mirror and he really needs a shave.

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Sokka's laughing anyway. "Yeah ... they keep telling me not to cook the baby kraken."

The kraken splashes water at him, irritably.

"Are you staying around?"

"...would it taste good?" Sokka asks seriously, brows lifted in curiosity as he reaches out to try and poke the retreating tentacle. "Or is it somebody's pet? There's no way it's tasty enough to be worth somebody crying."

He glances over and shrugs a bit, hiding a small smile by putting his gaze back on the pond. "Yeah, I'll be around. I'm not planning on going anywhere and I wouldn't move anyway, not until Mel gets back."

The kraken curls its tentacle around the older Sokka's hand. It's cuddly, and THIS person isn't trying to eat it! Snuggle snuggle. Happy kraken!

The younger Sokka grins, sitting up. "Good. It'll be good having someone around who isn't insane."

And, you know. Who's kind of awesome.

"I'd take that as more of a compliment if it wasn't also playing up to your ego," Sokka informs the other, laughing a little. But his grin at his-- younger self is almost fond and he's in a good enough mood to tickle the kraken tentacle.

"Where are you heading? With Claire and the rest?"

"I don't have an ego, I'm just awesome," Sokka says happily. "We're not really sure yet. Metropolis, prob'ly. Apparently it's like New York, except alive -- and there's lots of cars!"

Sokka grins in return. "Be careful. Gotham had some weird sickness in it, and some extra tentacle-monster things. Watch your back."

"Promise," Sokka-the-younger says, grinning. "The world needs its Sokkas, obviously. Couldn't deprive it of that."

"There'd be a severe lack of people fucking with random machinery if we weren't around," Sokka points out, grinning back. "Well, if I find a car while you're gone, I'll see if I can get it to fly by the time you get back."

Sokka beams at him.

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