"That's not drabble, that's just...dribble."
Dribble: A collection of drabbles, oneshots, and other pointless fluff. Zutara.
Chapter One: It's not drool, it's dribble.
She is made of water. Not only is she made of water, she is water in its every form. Steam, rain, ice, and mighty cascade. When he looks into her blue eyes, he is enveloped in complete watery suffocation, drowning endlessly in depths of cerulean.
In fact, water is so much a part of her that she wears its color everywhere on her person, head to toe, like wearing a waterfall.
One could even go so far as to say it was water that gave birth to her and gives meaning to her existence.
"You drool in your sleep," he says.
"It's not drool! It's...uh...waterbending."
"With your mouth?"
"I like to practice. A lot."
A/N: I do my best writing when I am too tired to think. I think.
This little dribble is dedicated to the drool stains on my pillowcase, which is, incidently, blue.