To the reviewer of the day: Philosopher. And a kick in the pants to finish the first chapter of your fic!
I think it'd be fun writing about how they lived before Ba Sing Se. The first drabble is kind of like that.
Sharing duties with each other.
The cuteness.
Can't see Smellerbee as much of a domestic person. That's what it's about really...
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DOMESTIC
Coming in, he threw down an arrow on the table, two fish impaled on it.
She heaved and threw down a set of his clothes, still damp and with a look of disgust to the laundry and to the "meat" on the table, said "next time I get the food", thinking longingly of her shiny weaponary and a big, boar head.
Longshot collected his garments and left, a blush on his cheeks. And the next time, he thought, he would clean his own undergarments.
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He awoke to the sound of padding feet near him. "Longshot, I can't sleep" she said. Dutifully he arose, perhaps she needed some tea.
She pushed him back down and kissed him softly.
"Longshot, I can't sleep" she repeated.
And this time he knew exactly what she meant... he would never let her sleep alone again.
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ENJOY! and if anyone wants to suggest a word to drabble about - go ahead.