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[avatarnopants]

[Practicing bending is a bit difficult on the train-- too bad there's no gym!-- but there's one thing Aang can do: meditate]

[Right now he's sitting on the floor in the middle of his room, legs crossed indian-style and eyes closed]

[The door's also open so that anyone can see and/or bother him-- probably not the best of ideas]

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[promoting_grace]

::Returning to the room with a paper bag in hand, she notices Aang... and isn't sure whether or not to disturb him, so she just takes a moment to stare unwittingly::

[avatarnopants]

[sorry Cisqua, he doesn't notice you yet!]

[fashionismybff]

::Peers over at him from behind:: ...

[avatarnopants]

[gives a little start, then looks up]

... Oh. Hi!

[fashionismybff]

Hey.

Are you, like, doing yoga or something?

[avatarnopants]

No...

[he has no idea what that is]

I'm meditating! Or trying, anyway.