Sokka spent the weekend sexting Ty Lee. She sent him pics of her boobs, and he sent her a few dick pics in return, which she was really enthusiastic about. They were both disappointed she was living in a different city, but she mentioned visiting in a few weeks, and Sokka looked forward to that.
Conversely, he didn't hear much from Suki since she left Friday afternoon. He texted her innocuous questions about what she was doing and if she needed anything from him, and he received answers only sporadically. That left him wondering if it had anything to do with their brief discussion of an open relationship.
But on Monday morning, Suki came walking through the front door just as she said she would.
"Oh hey!" he greeted her. "How was your weekend? Do lots of fun activities?"
"It was great," she sighed contentedly. "I'm a bit exhausted to be honest."
As she went into the kitchen on wobbly legs, Sokka realized she wasn't dressed as she had been when she left. Suki was holding her heels rather than wearing them, and instead of the sexy little dress, presumably in her bag, she just had on an oversized t-shirt with a smiling sky bison on the front. Her legs were completely bare, and it dawned on Sokka that she might only be wearing panties underneath.
"Where'd you get that shirt?" he asked curiously. It had never shown up in the laundry before, but didn't look very new.
"This?" Suki looked down as if she was seeing the shirt for the first time. "Aang had it in his dresser drawer."
Sokka thought it strange that his girlfriend would be stealing Aang's clothes when she could have just come back for her own. They did live in the same building. "Huh. Alright."
While Suki made herself breakfast, he turned away and drifted over to the window, pondering what the mounting pile of discrepancies meant. His intuition told him that he was overlooking an important connection, but what that was he didn't know.
"Hey, look!" he said, spotting a familiar figure down on the sidewalk, hauling a trash bag around their apartment building to the dumpster. "It's Aang! What's that silly guy up to? Is that wood? Did he take an axe to his furniture?"
"Must be his bed frame," Suki said from back in the kitchen, blowing on her cup of coffee. "It broke Friday night. He picked up a brand new waterbed on Saturday, and it's really comfortable!"
"Oh."
Sokka watched his tall, bald friend effortlessly throw a bag into the dumpster, which looked like quite the feat of strength. It was no wonder he had broken the bed frame while fucking Suki.