[For once, Zuko didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he simply smiled, letting the restless femur go, watching as he circled close overhead. Perhaps he had napped too much in the day.] You're not going to sleep any time soon again. [And neither was he. His nights were often like Momo's these days-

DID YOU JUST SAY HONOUR??

...understandable.

💭: I dunno if the concept of autism exists in our verse but...is he autistic-?

Was that impression formed because- [A long montage plays. Zuko on the fire nation trips. Zuko kidnapping Aang. Zuko terrorizing the water tribes. Zuko in Ba Sing Se.] ...because of...you know...

Katara-??

I'm NOT uptight!! 💢💢💢

Huh. So, he doesn't get any less dramatic in the future. Ooookay.

Right. Ahem. [Hands dropping. His tea...his tea... Oh, right. Splattered on the floor.] ...I'll get the mop.

((THAY PICTYRE IS KILLING MEEEE

[Another short retort, prepared, but dying on his tongue, eyes flicking down towards their joined hands, then quickly away.] Fine. Yes. Fine by me..

WHAT FIRE- [FACEFULL OF WATER. GAGGING, SPUTTERING!] 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙??

WHICH ARE RUINED. THANKS TO YOU TWO! [Uh-oh! Is that fire in his hair?]

[Indeed...drizzled in the onslaught.] UGH, MY GOOD ROBES! [Teacup dropped, forgotten. Grabbing Sokka by the collar, shaking him fiercely.] MY. GOOD. ROBES. [...good thing he didn't overreact-]

[Serenely sipping on a steaming cup of tea. Observing.]

((That gave me a thought...

Points at Aang, Sokka,Toph. "She's talking to you three."

[Faced with the sheer absurdity of the situation, it didn't take long for Zuko's irritation to shift, morphing instead into sheer amusement. His shoulders shook as he tried- and failed- to hold in his amusement.] You- you-

He’s a 10, but he’s trying to keep it in the family or whatever.

Me when I call him twin, but he's lowkey tryna fuck his dad, so I gotta go nvm. #truestory.

Wha-? Sokka?? [A sense of panic arose, as fiery as the flame within his hand. It could be anything. Sand robbers, insurgents, his father breaking out of prison. 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘢. He had to be prepared to fight for his friends, except-

Mmmghh-? [A shift towards the far side of the saddle, a single amber eye peeking into the darkness.] (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?)