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Flufftober 2021 by #Esdefanfics.
Day 3: Under the rain. Ship: Amorra.
Amon blinks before he regards the girl in front of him.
The Avatar is handing an umbrella to him as her other hand is bending the drops of rain above her, so she is completely dry. Amon wonders why he had to meet her when he thought it would be a good day to wander around the streets without the mask.
He's not going to use his bending for something so stupid. So arrogant, Avatar. "Well? Are you gonna take it or do you prefer soaked clothes?" The Avatar says as she's lifting an eyebrow with obvious impatience spread over her face.
Amon doesn't know why but he reaches forward his hand, touching hers in the act, and takes the umbrella. His clothes stick to him and although he despises her, in the back of his mind Amon appreciates the warmth.
At the same time, Amon is almost surprised when recognizes her heart beating faster and red staining her cheeks. When the silence is so awkward to bear, the Avatar scoffs and purses her lips.
"You're welcome, I guess!" Amon hears her mumbling through her teeth and he sees her disappear among the satomobiles and buildings of the city.