Since it's spring break right now, I thought I'd get something done. So here. Written on my phone while listening to Far East Movement (they're Asian!)
Summary: How Hope met Tom-Tom in the first place, and what happened two hours later.
Prompt: none.
Word count: 454
Author's note: This sucks a ton.
For the record, Juxin Bei is Avatar's Justin Bieber. There are a couple references to Inuyasha, Dragon Ball Z, Memoirs of a Geisha, and Anne of Green Gables in here.
"It's so fancy," groaned a young lad of the age of thirteen who was presently situated in a tea house of the highest ranking.
"Tom-Tom, you ought to know proper manners when addressing elders," scolded his mother, an aging woman with a frail figure. "We have already gone over this: you must impress General Iroh if you expect to appease our Lord."
"Yes, mother."
"Don't use that tone with me, young man. Oh, look! There's the general right now! Tom-Tom, sit up straight. I will not have him believe you as anything other than the most proper young man. General Iroh! What a pleasure to see you again!"
"Lady Sayuri!" exclaimed the elderly tea-maker. "I hope you've been well? And please, call me Mushi."
"General Iroh, my son Tom-Tom has been dying to meet you," said the noblewoman a bit too enthusiastically.
"No, I haven't."
"Hush, son. Show some respect to your elders. General Iroh…"
Tom-Tom tuned out his mother. Most of what she said didn't matter, anyway. He turned his attention to the ceiling. How many knotholes were there? One, two, three, nine thousand and forty-two…
THUMP skip-skip
"MUSHI!" cried a female voice from the door. A petite girl of eleven with braided pigtails charged through and threw herself on Iroh, who chuckled.
"I see you're full of energy as always, dear Hope," said he.
"Yo, who's this?" asked Hope, pointing to the young boy seated a few feet over.
"Erm, I'm, um, Raye?" said boy stammered.
"You know what, that doesn't matter. You're my new best friend."
Needless to say, there was more than one mouth hanging open.
Hope barged into the library at Ba Sing Se University like she did daily. "Yo!" she grinned, poking Tom-Tom.
"Go away, Hope; my mum's going to be back here any minute now and she's going to kill me if she finds out I wasn't studying." Tom-Tom said, referring to his mother, who was presumably contemplating whether to buy her daughter a frilly pink kimono or a violet one of the same design.
"So?"
"Kid, I seriously don't have time to goof around. Don't you have other friends?"
"Yeah, but they're all being meaniefaces and won't let me bother them. So I'm here and oh em gee. Your hair is so adorable. It's like Juxin Bei's!"
"Nobody likes that kid; he makes my buddy Jakotsu look straight, and that's hard to do. Please don't tell me you're a fan."
"Oh, hell no. You're way hotter than that guy, even if you are short. But his haircut looks so cute on you! You know what? I'ma call you Fire Bei."
"Do you ever run out of italics?"
"No, of course not. Kay, bye. You're boring."