Azula, who had been resting upstairs (she had only had one meeting that day, and had left the Fire Nation as soon as possible), lifted her head when she heard the voice. Was it really...?
"Ryan?" she called out, her voice harsh and irritated. So he had talked about coming here and annoying her, and she hadn't expressly told him not to; that didn't mean she'd thought he'd actually go through with it.
Not that it really mattered, of course. After all, she was positive that she had been right when she'd guessed that he'd get bored and leave. It would only be a matter of time.
Ryan winced at the tone - man, it sounded like Sharpay after a bad trip to the salon - but nonetheless followed the sound of Azula's voice, heading upstairs.
When he saw her and her pile of blankets, he just grinned and put his hands on his hips. "I told you I'd show up."
"Great," she snapped, pointedly shifting so her back was too him. Instinctively, she ran a hand through her hair; it was a bit messy, as lately she hadn't been taking as much time to make herself look presentable unless she was planning on appearing before an audience.
Like he wasn't used to this kind of treatment. He just smiled and moved to the wall Azula was facing, sitting down and leaning against it. "I don't want anything. How are you holding up?" He made a face, "I should have brought you a brush."
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"Ryan?" she called out, her voice harsh and irritated. So he had talked about coming here and annoying her, and she hadn't expressly told him not to; that didn't mean she'd thought he'd actually go through with it.
Not that it really mattered, of course. After all, she was positive that she had been right when she'd guessed that he'd get bored and leave. It would only be a matter of time.
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When he saw her and her pile of blankets, he just grinned and put his hands on his hips. "I told you I'd show up."
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"What do you want? Really."
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