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He'd stayed up on the roof with Zuko for a few hours but now Sokka has retreated back to the building he's using as his impromptu workshop. It's only a few doors down from the hotel, but far enough to keep from bothering Mel, Zuko or the girls if he decides to work loudly in the middle of the night.
Up on the roof of the nondescript building now, Sokka is lugging the makeshift wooden catapult up the stairs and through the trap door from the second floor to the roof, letting it hit the worn gravel with a thump - and a grunt of effort from him as he leans against it to catch his breath.
Then it's back downstairs to throw, of all things, a few bags of flour up after it.
Up on the roof of the nondescript building now, Sokka is lugging the makeshift wooden catapult up the stairs and through the trap door from the second floor to the roof, letting it hit the worn gravel with a thump - and a grunt of effort from him as he leans against it to catch his breath.
Then it's back downstairs to throw, of all things, a few bags of flour up after it.