"Have you met my very good buddy Zuko?" Rhetorical questions are the best kind. We'll get into his proper title so much later, but Sokka grins as hard as he can and throws an arm around the Fire Lord. He's allowed to do that. The Fire Lord blinks in confusion at the suddenness of it, but doesn't bite or spit flames or anything even remotely evil.
He waits a second for Zuko to follow-up on that, then elbows him. He's allowed to do that, too, and Zuko's eyes narrow in annoyance -- Sokka can feel the moisture in the air immediately around him evaporate, too, in the sudden temperature rise -- before he clears his throat and lets the air go back to its usual frigidity.
"It's a pleasure to meet any of Sokka's friends," Zuko said formally. "I, uh, apologize for not, um, sending a message ahead?"
It's been a lot of hard work, but he's perfectly domesticated now.
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"Have you met my very good buddy Zuko?" Rhetorical questions are the best kind. We'll get into his proper title so much later, but Sokka grins as hard as he can and throws an arm around the Fire Lord. He's allowed to do that. The Fire Lord blinks in confusion at the suddenness of it, but doesn't bite or spit flames or anything even remotely evil.
He waits a second for Zuko to follow-up on that, then elbows him. He's allowed to do that, too, and Zuko's eyes narrow in annoyance -- Sokka can feel the moisture in the air immediately around him evaporate, too, in the sudden temperature rise -- before he clears his throat and lets the air go back to its usual frigidity.
"It's a pleasure to meet any of Sokka's friends," Zuko said formally. "I, uh, apologize for not, um, sending a message ahead?"
It's been a lot of hard work, but he's perfectly domesticated now.