Now he turns back sharply, wind ruffling the fur of the hood around his neck, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a scowl, more defined for the beard at his chin. "No, I have work to do," Sokka snaps, pointing back at the ice blocks.
"You have space to take up and food to eat until I can wave down another plane to pick you up."
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Date: 2009-09-29 09:57 am (UTC)"You have space to take up and food to eat until I can wave down another plane to pick you up."