Disclaimer: Nickelodeon and Bryke own ATLA. I don't.
Sweet Dreams
*Note: Written in response to a LiveJournal prompt #12: the silliest argument you can possibly think of; ridiculous but endearing
Ty Lee yawned and reached out for Mai. She immediately opened her eyes when she noticed she was grasping at thin air.
"Mai?" she asked groggily, looking around. "Mai? Where'd—where'd you go?" she added, trying without success to fight back a second yawn.
"I'm down here, Ty Lee."
Ty Lee scrambled across Mai's side of the bed and looked down.
"What're you doing down there?"
"Well, somebody kept waking me up last night because she kept flailing around like a fish out of water," Mai replied, annoyed.
"…Oh."
"What were you doing, dreaming about fighting? You woke me up because you were doing chi-blocking moves in your sleep. I didn't feel like being beaten up, so I decided to just sleep on the floor."
Her face bore an irritated expression, and she had bags under her eyes.
"Oh!" Ty Lee said huffily. "Well I'm sorry, Miss Grumpy Pants!"
"Very mature, Ty Lee."
"Well, you are! Don't be mean, Mai! I can't control whether I dream or not!"
"Well, I'm sorry I'm sleep-deprived and can't be a little ray of sunshine because of it."
"Well you know what, Miss Grouchy Face?"
Mai rolled her eyes. "What?"
"I may move around a lot when I sleep, but at least I don't snore!"
Mai scoffed. "I don't snore!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"You do, too!"
"No, Ty Lee, I don't snore!"
"Well, how would you know? You're asleep when you do it!"
Mai, still looking peeved, open and closed her mouth a couple times, trying to think of a rebuttal, but nothing came to her.
"Ha!" Ty Lee said triumphantly.
"Oh, shut up," Mai grumbled.