Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): general.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 144.
Bumi once tugs on Aang's cheeks, snorting, and rattling off nicknames involving nonsense references. Their game ends when a teacher hurries over and suggests he shows off that new invention. Now, she begs him to come up with something, anything.
"I don't have anything to invent right now," he says. "People don't understand them, and Aang isn't around anymore to try them."
Her tone becomes warm, something he cannot recall except in their first days together.
"Aang was very important to you," she says quietly. "I'm curious, though, what made him so special?"
Bumi shakes his head, disgusted. "You don't know anything. Aang was happy no matter what. Once, I accidentally trapped him and he just started laughing and asked when his turn was."
Any hurt or insult she might feel is hidden beneath a professional mask.
"Do you believe he'll return?"
"Do you?"