Room 512: Wednesday eveningish

[bookyeve]

Evie had her room door open, and was - for once - not writing, studying, or reading. She was trying to practice her knife-fighting skills. With a chopsticks leftover from Ching Tai.

You have to start somewhere.

[ooc: open!]

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[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka peered in her door and clucked softly to himself. Someone to bother!

He preened his sleeve for a moment and then hopped forward, fluttering his arms, and started pecking at her toes.

[[OOC: Sokka currently thinks he's a chicken, and has been commanded to go bother someone]]

[bookyeve]

"Aaaah!" Evie jumped up, then started to giggle. "Sokka! Hello! What are you doing?"

[sarcasm_guy]

"BRAWWWK!" Sokka answered, poking her toes with his nose. He backed up, bobbed his head, and clucked at her. Was she bothered yet?

[bookyeve]

Evie cocked her head, giggled again, then shrugged. He was a chicken. Very well. She flapped her arms like they were wings. "Bawwk! Oh, that's awful. Cheep! Cheep!" Much better!