PTG: Hello. So we saw last night's ep, right? And we were talking about Zhao on Avafans, right? And someone said Zhao was PMSing. Right?
Right.
Please no one take this seriously.
ETA: I KNOW ZHAO'S VERY MUCH A GUY. JUST DON"T ASK, OKAY?
Admiral Zhao was rather hoping to sleep in. They knew the Avatar was close, and he'd been busy planning and plotting, making certian the Avatar-proof room was proofed, making certain there would be no mistakes. Said preparations, added to an inconveniently timed Earth Nation raid, added to the fact that it was almost that time of the month and he was starting to cramp; all of these conspired to give the admiral a splitting headache.
And, of course, one of his troops had to be waking him up after - what? he looked out the window - four hours of sleep.
"Sir?" It was Private Ji. "Sir? We're spotted the Avatar."
"Wh-wha?" Zhao knew he didn't sound awake. He just didn't give a damn. "Th'Ava-"
"Yessir." Ji leaned in the open door and nodded officially. "The Avatar. He's downriver."
Zhao mulled this over and lifted his head slightly. As he did, he realized his headache hadn't gotten any better. "Dammit," he muttered.
Private Ji's eyebrows did a bit of a dance. "Sir?"
Zhao's hands curled into fists on the sheets, and he leaned up onto one elbow. "I SAID DAMMIT WTF ARE YOU DEAF MAN.?." Grabbing his pillow, he threw it at Ji: the thing bounced off the private's face and onto the floor. Ji looked rather shellshocked. Zhao nodded. "Fine. Wake me up like tomorrow or something."
Ji stood there.
"I said, tomorrow. Go away now!"
Private Ji left, closing the door inoffensively.
Zhao sstared at the door for another moment, and closed his eyes. The headache was throbbing, and now he had no pillow. He could always stand up, but... His hand found the chocolate bar under the bedside table, and he opened an eye to look at it: kinda lint-covered. What was it, a week old? Dropping the chocolate, Admiral Zhao sighed and fell back onto the bed with a flop. "Private Ji?" he yelled.
There wasa scampering sound, and Ji appeared at the doorway. "Sir?"
Zhao was busy cringing at the noise.
"Are we going after the Avatar, sir?"
Zhao glared without opening his eyes. "Give me my bloody pillow back."