This was supposed to be Smellershot... but it somehow changed into, well, this.
So there is no shipping implied.
I might add more to it later, but only if you guys want it. So, let me know in the reviews if you want me to continue it. (;
AND I DO NOT OWN AVATAR! OR THE CHARACTERS!
"That's cute."
"It's not supposed to be cute! It's supposed to be frightening!"
The Duke held up his sketch of a wild platypus-bear eating people.
"You see that person in the mouth?" He asked, pointing at the picture.
Smellerbee looked over his shoulder and nodded, her choppy hair bouncing a little.
"Mmm hmm," she mumbled, nodding.
"That's you."
"Hey!"
"See! See, it has your hair, and armor, and face paint."
"Give me that picture!" Smellerbee reached for the picture, only to be knocked back by The Duke's elbow.
"No, it's my picture!" The Duke cried, running away from Smellerbee.
"Get back here you!" She yelled, chasing after him.
They ran through the hide out.
The Duke turned his head around to see Smellerbee almost at his heels. He tried to speed up.
Smellerbee jumped and tackled him to the ground. They rolled across the ground, and when they stopped she pinned his arms to the ground.
"Give it," she growled, eying the piece of paper in his hand.
"Over my dead body!"
"I can arrange that."
"Jet!"
"What's going on here?" Jet asked, swinging down from the trees.
"Smellerbee's trying to steal my picture!" The Duke cried, trying to squirm out of Smellerbee's grasp.
"He drew me being eaten my a platypus-bear!"
"Wait... what?" Jet asked, confused. "Now, why would he do that?"
"Because he's a creep," Smellerbee mumbled.
"I heard that!" The Duke cried, still trying to get out from under Smellerbee.
"Smellerbee, let him go," Jet said, sighing.
Smellerbee gave The Duke one last death glance, before rolling off of him.
"Victory!" The Duke cried, jumping off of the ground and into the air, swinging his drawing around.
"And throw that thing away."
"B-but Jet! I worked so hard on it!"
"But it's insulting, now hand it over."
The Duke looked from Jet, to his drawing, then back at Jet. He hung his head and handed his drawing over to him. "Good bye, hard work."
"Now, what was that you said earlier?" Smellerbee asked, a smirk on her face. "Oh yea, Victory!"