[ Zuko's coming home furious over all this. The lying post, exploiting his friends, Azula's insults about Aurora, her accusations of his having a crush, and the fact that now he feels he has to pretend to be sick... He went along with Azula's lies as a favor to her; he let her lie about him. He knows she needs the money. If she actually even got any with such a dumb, transparent post, in his eyes. But he has half a mind to send money back to anyone who gave it to her, behind her back, because he finds this all ridiculous.
It seems it's always one argument after another these past few months... ever since Iroh arrived, frankly. That was the first match lit. But things are tense and he's angry, but still... going along with it... under her thumb. Naturally falls into step with her like this. Even when they get along better than ever before, though, as close as they've become — it's still not necessarily peaceful, nor exactly friendship. It's something else, a different kind of relationship entirely. He knows why Azula's mad about Aurora coming over; he knows why she's upset accusing him of having a "big, fat, ugly crush on some blonde bimbo." But just because for once he thinks he understands... doesn't mean he'll actually be understanding.
When he comes home, he's scowling already, as soon as he walks in the door. He'd been at Hikaru's; he'd been having a nice day. And he also got a surprise haircut, having not mentioned it to Azula at all... He spontaneously had Hikaru cut it short again, a little more chic and modern than last time he'd gotten a cut in Prismatica. He'd let it grow out again for so long, and his hair always grows so fast, that it's a dramatic change. The cut flatters him well; Hikaru even styled it subtly for him with a bit of product, gave him some shape and texture! He'd look handsome, were he not wearing such a deep scowl.
He glares at Azula, stands there at the door silently for half a beat, throwing her a look, before walking hurriedly to the bedroom, taking unusually long strides. He slams the door behind him. But after a moment or two, he re-emerges in a new outfit, wearing a big grey T-shirt and his loose-fitting red pants from the Fire Nation, barefoot. If he's sick... he probably should look comfortable. Plus his shirt was covered with bits of hair from his little makeover.
He plops down in a dining chair and crosses his arms, glaring silently at Azula once more. Already bratty. ]
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It seems it's always one argument after another these past few months... ever since Iroh arrived, frankly. That was the first match lit. But things are tense and he's angry, but still... going along with it... under her thumb. Naturally falls into step with her like this. Even when they get along better than ever before, though, as close as they've become — it's still not necessarily peaceful, nor exactly friendship. It's something else, a different kind of relationship entirely. He knows why Azula's mad about Aurora coming over; he knows why she's upset accusing him of having a "big, fat, ugly crush on some blonde bimbo." But just because for once he thinks he understands... doesn't mean he'll actually be understanding.
When he comes home, he's scowling already, as soon as he walks in the door. He'd been at Hikaru's; he'd been having a nice day. And he also got a surprise haircut, having not mentioned it to Azula at all... He spontaneously had Hikaru cut it short again, a little more chic and modern than last time he'd gotten a cut in Prismatica. He'd let it grow out again for so long, and his hair always grows so fast, that it's a dramatic change. The cut flatters him well; Hikaru even styled it subtly for him with a bit of product, gave him some shape and texture! He'd look handsome, were he not wearing such a deep scowl.
He glares at Azula, stands there at the door silently for half a beat, throwing her a look, before walking hurriedly to the bedroom, taking unusually long strides. He slams the door behind him. But after a moment or two, he re-emerges in a new outfit, wearing a big grey T-shirt and his loose-fitting red pants from the Fire Nation, barefoot. If he's sick... he probably should look comfortable. Plus his shirt was covered with bits of hair from his little makeover.
He plops down in a dining chair and crosses his arms, glaring silently at Azula once more. Already bratty. ]