It was, all things considered, a pretty good day. Sokka had decided to take the day off and spend the day doing something he loved: fishing. He wasn't sure if there were actually any fish in the river that ran through the city now, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that he had a body of water and a stick with a piece of line that was
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Sakura slowed down, momentarily nostalgic for earlier years, when she and friends had been the ones fishing by the side of some of the smaller creeks and rivers around Konoha. There shouldn't be anything to catch, not out here. At least not in the water.
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"I'm Sokka, by the way."
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Still, those thoughts fell to the wayside, more content at this strange sense of familiarity. It prompted her into asking another question, not that questioning was something she often held back from around here. Not on the easy things.
"Did you do a lot of this where you're from?"
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"Not that there's anything to catch here. And we don't really have to worry about going hungry. But it's familiar and it helps me relax."
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She found herself looking back at the river. "Familiar things have a way of doing that," Sakura said eventually. She'd been looking to identify things as more or less similar over the months, to feel less displaced and slightly less homesick. It mostly hadn't worked, but a few things, like the sight of flowing water, carried echoes she appreciated. "Which is why I guess the original plan was to wake people with friends, if I understood that right."
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