I've had a few random thoughts for Tokka one-shots lately, and I decided to make them all drabbles! Fun. So, here's the first one. Hope you like!

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Singing

Sokka was seriously surprised. Since he was used to her brash, unkind, and sometimes cold voice, it came as a complete shock to Sokka when he heard her sing. And he heard her sing well.

He had just been hunting near the riverbank, looking for some anteater-possums, for they were common near were the Gaang was staying. He spotted a nest near the base of a large tree, when her voice reached his ears. Sokka stood up, contemplating about who's voice that could be. Aang? No, this was definetely a ladies voice. Katara? No, she had the voice of a screeching cat-bear. Toph? Of couse not. She was a naturally rude person, so she'd have a naturally rude singing voice.

Sokka decided that he must have come across a traveler, just innocently taking a bath. Suddenly, an anteater-possum darted through his legs, and into the nest. Sokka silently made his way to the tree, and was just about to strike the nest with his machete, when all of the furry little creatures darted out of their home at once. Angry and frustrated, Sokka cursed under his breath.

The singing voice was still blessing his ears. Sokka's curiosity peaked, he decided to go to the river and approach the person. But with his eyes closed, of course.

So Sokka made his way to the edge of the trees, and was just about to step out, when the tune of the mysterious song reached a monotone level. He heard the ladies real tone of voice and reeled backwards. It was Toph?!

Sokka realized that since she was in the water, Toph wouldn't be able to sense that he was there. That was a good thing, because if she realized that he was there, he'd literally be dead.

Sokka listened to Toph's melody for a few more moments, then realized that she was singing a song from the well-known group, The Working Class Ladies.

I may love my family, my work and my friends,

But you are the love I could never forget,

There's so many reasons that you are the one,

But don't worry, you'll never die, for you are my sun.

Despite the war, those three ladies had traveled all across the world, eventually even performing down at the South Pole. Sokka knew that song by heart, for Katara had been singing it for weeks in her horrible voice.

Toph kept singing the verses of the song, and, subconsiously, Sokka joined in.

He was still singing when Toph's voice stopped and analized the fact that Sokka was listening.

He was still singing when Toph got out of the water and hurridely grabbed her clothes.

He was still singing when Toph, dripping wet, stood over Sokka, not knowing that his eyes were closed.

He stopped singing when Toph crushed her lips into his, making his eyes shoot wide open.

And he felt like singing again, even though Toph told him that his voice was horrible.

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So? How was it? I realized while writing this that I seem to like to make stories where Toph is taking a bath, and that I keep makeing Sokka look like a perverted creep. But he's not! He had his eyes closed the whole time, and Toph was dressed when she kissed him. Did Toph seem out of character? I hope nto. Sorry if she was. I tried not to make it so that she was like, "Oh, Sokka, I love you!" No. I hate that. And, if you were wondering, I don't think that The Working Class Ladies is really a band. If it is, I didn't know. Oh, and I wrote that stupid, chessy, un-Toph-like song. Blegh. Sorry it was short, too. Anyways, I hope you liked this, and more will be coming soon!

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