Author's Note: The life of Zuzu and Iroh while one the run...?
Personal
His uncle told him not to take it so personally, but it was kind of hard not to when the moment a child saw his face it started to cry.
Cause
If anyone were to ask, his bad temper could ultimately be stemmed to one person, and she was currently trying to hunt him down and kill him.
Severe
"You know, Nephew, it would do you good to smile once in a while instead of looking so…austere."
Unwilling
Many had asked him why he stayed with a disgraced, banished prince, but Iroh had always been adamant that he was unwilling to leave the boy, no matter what.
Antisocial
Zuko knew his uncle worried for him, but it was hard to get out of the apartment and meet new people when he knew they would not understand anything.
Drain
It was exhausting work raising a teenager, but doubly so a teenager with such a complex, abused past.
Normal
Watching the patrons walk in and out of the tea shop, Zuko decided that he hated them all as they went about their calm, regular lives.
Smolder
Rarely did anyone go up to the angry young man with the scar, always afraid of the fury lurking dangerously just behind golden eyes.
Indiscriminating
It didn't matter if they were red or yellow, black or white, Iroh loved all tea equally (with only some being more equal than others).
Insect
As a boy, Zuko had been raised to believe that he was above the general populous, believing he was a virtual god to his people, but as he worked in a filthy little tea shop in the lower ring of Ba Sing Se, he began to wonder who it was that were truly insignificant.
Stroke
Whenever his uncle got that particular look in his eyes, quietly stroking his beard, Zuko knew that things would not bode well.
Fiddlesticks
At the exclamation, Zuko turned to look at his uncle in the back of the shop, raising an eyebrow and repeated incredulously, "'Fiddlesticks'?"
Pickup
As Jin left the shop after procuring a date, Zuko sent an annoyed look his uncle's way.
Enclosed
There were not many things that Iroh had been able to keep with him since becoming a fugitive, but as he unrolled an old piece of leather, he was just glad the picture of Lu Ten was still inside and safe.
Promotion
"I just cannot believe it; my own tea shop!"
Bottle
"What a disgrace―bottled tea," Iroh snorted under his breath.
Artisan
"You know," the artist mistakenly pressed, "I could create your image exactly without the scar."
Scene
It didn't matter seem to matter how many years went by, how things changed, that horrible, infamous day was still burned into Zuko's memory, repeating. Forever.
Additional
"—And, for ambiance, I thought it'd be nice for you to play the tsungi horn for our customers," Iroh beamed at a rather perturbed Zuko.
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