[ Oh, god, they're weird kindred spirits. Zuko's picked up talking like a sailor more than when he was actually sailing with sailors. Now he hangs around the mafia at piano bars and watches Quincy Taraccino movies like Kill Will and drops F bombs in front of the Avatar by accident. ]
i'll explain about bending in person... its too long to text. same with fun. not too long to text just dont want to
[ At least he admits to having fun now. Oh, how he's grown so.
He's at the teashop in a matter of minutes, perfectly prompt and punctual, and even goes ahead and orders a table... at which he sits awkwardly waiting for someone it suddenly occurs to him, after perhaps too long, he has no idea who he'll be looking for. A few minutes go by until Nobunaga gets another text. ]
i have no idea what you look like
[ Well, if not embarrassed, at least Zuko's enthusiastic in his own way... But has a clever thought on his own as a solution after skipping another beat. ]
but search for a small red dragon on the table.
[ He'd intended, for once, to go somewhere without his greedy familiar... But the ferrety little dragon wastes no time appearing after it's been called to be used as a living nametag, because it knows this teashop well already, knows Zuko well already, and knows this means it gets extra food and its own cup of tea. Because that's how they roll. Possibly the most pampered familiar in all of Avalon? Hope Nobunaga doesn't mind some goofy, rude, spitty dragon crawling all around the table, ahem. Because that's also how they roll.
The samurai will find the fire prince in casual clothes very much like this, dark grey jeans and clearly well-worn but sturdy black boots, looking deceptively far more modern than he natively might after so long being away from home, even down to the clean, chic, short haircut his best friend Hikaru still maintains for him. Having the dragon as an automatic accessory also boosts the cool factor, frankly, truth be told... ]
action?
i'll explain about bending in person... its too long to text.
same with fun.
not too long to text just dont want to
[ At least he admits to having fun now. Oh, how he's grown so.
He's at the teashop in a matter of minutes, perfectly prompt and punctual, and even goes ahead and orders a table... at which he sits awkwardly waiting for someone it suddenly occurs to him, after perhaps too long, he has no idea who he'll be looking for. A few minutes go by until Nobunaga gets another text. ]
i have no idea what you look like
[ Well, if not embarrassed, at least Zuko's enthusiastic in his own way... But has a clever thought on his own as a solution after skipping another beat. ]
but search for a small red dragon on the table.
[ He'd intended, for once, to go somewhere without his greedy familiar... But the ferrety little dragon wastes no time appearing after it's been called to be used as a living nametag, because it knows this teashop well already, knows Zuko well already, and knows this means it gets extra food and its own cup of tea. Because that's how they roll. Possibly the most pampered familiar in all of Avalon? Hope Nobunaga doesn't mind some goofy, rude, spitty dragon crawling all around the table, ahem. Because that's also how they roll.
The samurai will find the fire prince in casual clothes very much like this, dark grey jeans and clearly well-worn but sturdy black boots, looking deceptively far more modern than he natively might after so long being away from home, even down to the clean, chic, short haircut his best friend Hikaru still maintains for him. Having the dragon as an automatic accessory also boosts the cool factor, frankly, truth be told... ]