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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:49 am
She hated feeling indecisive.
That's the first and foremost thought that seemed to wade across Katara's mind as she padded the same three meters of hallway outside Zuko's room; not only did she hate feeling indecisive, but she hated the fact she had no way of predicting the outcome of what she had in mind. It could go well. And it could go wrong. Life wasn't really all that fair, she decided as she finaly pause her padding and sat against his door, her back pressed against it as she bit her lip.
Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea; served her right for listening to Gash. How in his or her sane mind would listen to him? Someone obviously desperate, her mind supplied, and she found herself thumping the back of her head against the door, rolling her eyes at herself. There was no use in arguing with her own mind however, and so, instead, the female libris finaly came to the determination she HAD to do this. It was a need.
Yup. Handing Zuko the small box of cookies which she'd baked was a need.
Maybe if she told herself that enough times, she'd start beliving it? Again she rolled her eyes, and finaly, summoning up as much courage as she figured she'd be capable of, the female libris nosed his room door open.... only to find it empty; Zuko was not there. Hours of practicing in front of her mirror and days of hesitation gone down the drain in scarse seconds, would you look at that!
Frowning, Katara padded into his room, her maw ocupied with holding the bow of the flame colored, paper-wrapped box it was tied to, and soon enough she found herself in the middle of his room. Never did it ocurr to her that waiting smack right in the center of his room for his return might've been seen as innapropiate. Oh no; the need to give him the box was too... important. She just needed to wait for him and... repeat her mental mantra over and over again. Yup.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:00 am
He padded down the Hallway with a soft sigh...kicking himself for stepping on her tail earlier... sure he'd appolgised but he'd not meant to do so quite so...firmly... after all...it was himself he was frustrated with more and more often these days... Something about her...
It just didn't make sence... he paused in the hall and ran a paw over his scar and thought... His uncle had once described love as being a bit like food poisoning... but then His Uncle in all his wisdom also encouraged sick people to suck on frozen frogs... madness...no...he couldn't be in L.... in lu.... he couldn't even -think- it... how was he suposed to deal with that!?
He shook his head and moved forward again covering the last small distance to his room...glancing down the hall a moment towards where hers was... thats funny...
he didn't remember leaving the door open....
He peeked cautiously around the corner half expecting to be mobbed by that large 'pink clad' loud female who called herself Tio...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:13 am
Bad idea, bad idea!
Her instincts were screaming the words over and over again, however, her mind was screaming the oposite, and thus, rationaly, Katara decided to listen to her mind; her instincts had proven to be completely unreliable more often than not, however, her common sense had yet to let her down.
She'd heard his footsteps and recognised his scent ages before he'd arrived at his door, and thus, the female was ready for him; not mobbed byanything pink, Zuko was instead... mobbed by a blue figure whom talked in a rapid succesion of words, practicaly stringing every word together, her talking followed by a loud series of squeaks as she looked down at his feet while pressing the flame wrapped present into his chest awkwardly, "Here you go! Imadethisforyou. They'recookies,andit'sathankyou..." a pause to take a breathe before she continued, "You don't have to eat them! But but uhm .... I ... uhm..." her gaze though not looking directly at him, was instead shifting around the floor, looking from his feet, to that highly insteresting crack on the wooden floor to his right, "Though maybe you'd like them?"
Wow.
Next time she wanted to give him a gift, she was going to have to practice a full week in front of her mirror, because that had come out pathetic, even to her ears; it had sounded so much more... intelligent when she'd been practicing. Honest to god. Also, she suddenly made mental note to miam Gash later for inspiring her into this idea, because Zuko was no either going to think she was stupid, or he was going to think she was insane. Both of which prospects were not welcomed. Idly she hoped Gash was having as much trouble giving his cookies to Tio and she was having, but deep down, she knew Gash had probably had NO trouble at all.
It was in his nature to be carefree. DAMN HIM. She just kept her position, her paws pressing the parcel to his chest, awaiting his reaction.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:35 am
What the.... Katara!? He blinked and fumbled to take theflame colored gift.
Her words this time weren't unlike her water bending... almost frighteningly fast.
"Wait..cookie...made...thank...wh... think you? I think? I mean...Um... Hi!"
He glanced at the package and then back at her and where she was staring at the floor... "I ... Thank you....No one's...ever... made.... cookies for me beofore.. ah..."
Damnit....why did his cheeks always feel so hot when he talked to her for more than a few moments...
"Would you... likea....seat? I can get some Milk and... "
I mean...what else did you say to people you found in your room... well...except the ones who tried to kill you but...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:53 am
And then, she finally breathed out.
After what had seemed like an eternity to her, she was finally allowed to release the breath she'd been holding in; there was an odd sense of sattisfaction in knowing he was stumbling over his words as much as she was, if not more so. It made her feel slightly more at home, and slightly more reasured, for reasons she had no times to determine just yet. After all, the mayority of her concentration was being fixed on not fleeing from the room with her tail between her legs.
In fact, Katara was shifting her weight restlessly, from one paw to the other, almost as if feeling the need to flee, yet not wanting to, "Uhm, yes please, a seat, that would be nice," she finaly risked a glance up at him, and was happily reassured he was feeling as uncomfortable as she was, by the looks of his face.
Also, milk.
Yes. Milk would be nice, "Yes please, thank you," instantly she turned away from him, fell on all four and rushed to sit down at the table, looking oddly patient, childishly interested in his movements, "And well, I've never gotten cookies from anything either, but I thought it'd be nice?" a pauseas she looked away again, searching the room, placing her eyes anywhere but upon him, "I... wanted to give you a gift because I kindasortoflikeyouandthinkyoudeserbedsomething," her words were being rushed again as she turned her gaze to the table, her ears flopping back, "And that was all I could think of, sorry it's not too fancy," probably nothing like the food he'd been served in his palace, but it was the thought that counted? She offered him a smile then.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:05 am
"Breathe....spaces between words" He said blinking... "I'll...just be a sec... that... Fellow with the hair over...the...eye... Eon or something...has a full freaking kitchen..." He sets the cookies on a small table and pulls her up a chair... "just a sec..." he reierates...
He returns pretty quckly balancing a glass bottle of milk and two small cups.
He's gotten much better at this 'walking on paws' buisness thats proved such a frustration for him... though they still frustrate him at times lacking a true 'thumb'... rather...there is one but not -really- as flexable as he'd like...
He pours her a cup first and offers it to her...
"Thank you...I mean... thanks... you know...for the...cookies and the... yeah..."
"I.... sortalikeyoutoo..." *stares at his own cup*
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