022 [accidental video / offline]

[fn_rebel]

[The first thing the PCD picks up are loud, rhythmic thwacks as Jet works on the outside of the house.  He’s surprised it held up as well as it did, granted there are a waterbender and a firebender here.  But still.  The damages seemed petty compared to some of the things he’d seen in other parts of the city, or even next door.  But he dismisses

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[standard/hackable lock]

[beatsupboys]

Yeah?

[fn_rebel]

What quarter of the city are you and Azula living in?

[beatsupboys]

Why?

[fn_rebel]

She knows where our house is. [Azula.]

I just want means of avoiding her.

[addictedtobutts]

[Miroku notices the shaky hand, but before he can speak the other man hits himself on the thumb.]

There is no point of pushing our bodies faster then they are willing to go. It causes us to hurt ourselves more then we would have otherwise.

[fn_rebel]

If I don't push it, it'll get used to being useless and be incapable when I need it the most.

[... he's just a little bitter, sorry bro.]

[addictedtobutts]

Perhaps, but if you use it to much then you might pull something and slow the healing process.

[He's made the same mistake.]

I would know. I hate being hurt and feeling useless. [He nods towards the house.] I believe I'm close if you need help.

[Men.]

[fn_rebel]

Then I'll have to push it harder.

I've been cooped up for almost a month. And I just came to the other day. I'm through being patient. [He looks to his thumb, which leads his gaze to the scars on his hands, then to the cuffed sleeve that covers the damage this most recent event's done on his arm.]

I think I'll be alright. You can stop by, though, if you want.

[deadlydebutante]

[Action]

[Mai doesn't say anything when she walks up, and is simply watching all of this transpire in person, rather than over the video. She has her arms folded, hidden in her billowy red sleeves.]

....

[She doesn't flinch when Jet hammers his thumb, but instead steps forward and picks up the hammer as it lands near her feet. She nudges it a bit with her foot before picking it up. It was damp--maybe from the snow--and warm. Not from the snow, clearly. Her eyes lift from the instrument up to the house, and she frowns further as she nears Jet tentatively.]

So you're looking to get sick and impaired. But might as well have a roof to do it under, huh? [She extends the hammer to him.]

[fn_rebel]

[He hears the movements, but is too stubborn to meet her gaze before she speaks. His brows furrow and he chooses to remain silent. It would have better results than him snapping at her.

Once he feels better about his composure, he turns on his heel and takes the hammer from her hand. His hold on it is very firm, as a way of mocking gratitude. Did she deserve it? No. But he really isn't in the best of moods.]

I'm not sick. [Because that's the point.] What're you doing here?

[deadlydebutante]

[Mai lowers her arm and returns to folding her arms.] You're going to get sick. [Sweating in the cold. Not that she cared or anything.]

What do you think? [Might as well let him come up with a reason, since she didn't really have much of one. Not that she'd admit to, anyway.]

[fn_rebel]

I don't get sick. [Said very confidently because, what, he did not just spend all that time in the clinic for an illness.]

But it's adorable that you're so worried about me. [She begged for that. He leans his back against the wall and folds his arms over his chest, ignoring the pain to give her his attention.]

I don't know. You tell me.

[feel_nevermore]

What happened to your arm?

[fn_rebel]

Got messed up during the event.

[feel_nevermore]

Looks quite painful.

Want me to heal it for you?

[fn_rebel]

It'll be fine soon.