Iroh paced in the kitchen of his teashop. He looked constantly at the room where Zuko was sleeping, afraid he would become even sicker. He had fallen terribly ill, and Iroh was worried sick.
" Uncle. " Zuko mumbled.
Iroh was immediately at his side. " Yes nephew, what is it? " He asked, checking Zuko for an increase in his fever.
" Where's Mai? "
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ah, just saw your comment saying that you're new. Well, i love your fic (as u can probably tell from the initial reply). i think its really cute, and i just imagine him sounding like such a child (that needs protection) when he says the words. and yes, its terribly sweet :DDDD
with regards to how to post, most people have a bit of stuff they write in, almost as a header, before the fic. This seems to be a general LJ practise, regardless of which fandom/ community. As a rough guideline, it usually goes like this, and informs the person skimming through LJ that here is a fic gives them the idea of whether or not they might want to read it :)
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