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/7/ Pouting
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"Azula, don't look at her, please," begged Ty Lee, widening her eyes like a pleading puppy. She gently held Azula's wrists and rubbed them with her thumbs. "Please don't look at her."
Princess Azula would not allow her wife to speak to her that way. She shook herself free and turned around, Ty Lee's pleas be damned. Anka sat, her legs crossed, pouting with her eyes filled up with crocodile tears. They glistened and Azula felt her heart begin to bleed.
"We are royalty. It could not hurt to give her the toy," Azula stated, which was just what Ty Lee was afraid of. "Ty Lee, I think it would be for the best."
"But she needs to learn self-control," whispered Ty Lee, toying with the hem of her dress.
"Royalty does not need self-control," Azula coldly stated, glaring at Ty Lee.
Ty Lee shrank several sizes from fear. She knew that Azula would team up with Anka because she wore her heart outside of her body since her baby was born. Ty Lee had far more stamina when it came to their daughter and she could withstand the manipulative pouting.
"Yeah!" Anka chimed in, jumping up and clinging to Azula's waist.
Azula picked up her daughter.
"Time to go to the toy store," purred the elder princess, touching her daughter's nose.
Anka smirked at Ty Lee as they walked away.
