Merry Christmas, Baby

[100yearsgone]

Who: 100yearsgone & deconflagration
What: Gifts of course
When: Late morning December 25
Where: The Hangar
Warnings: None!

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[deconflagration]

[ Who knows how long Zuko has been lurking in the hangar. Maybe he was there from the start. Maybe he only saw the last failure. Who knows? But considering it's Zuko.... Eventually: ]

Hey.

[ He's got his dual blades sheathed and hung over his shoulder. Just sayin'. ]

[100yearsgone]

[ Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen-- Aang didn't see Zuko enter the hangar and didn't catch him lurking onto he announced his presence. So shocked, and also terrified Aang loses balance and falls a few feet to the ground, landing on his face.

Zuko's here to kill him. His instincts are telling him to lay there like a coward, but his pride pushes him to his feet. He looks at Zuko for about a second before focusing on the spot right next to his left ear. ]

Hey. [ He picks up his staff and spins it into it's folded position. ]

[deconflagration]

[ There is a distinct lack of eye contact on his part. ]

So, uh... nice staff.

[ Not what he came to say at all. ]

[100yearsgone]

Yeah. It's just like my old one. I got it from this guy named Santa.

[ Aang walks his way back to Appa and throws his robes over his shoulder. ]

Do you want something to drink? [ With his back turned he gestures toward the three small jugs of milk next to Appa's back left leg. ]