Weirder

Some people say 'leave well enough alone'. I say 'eat until you puke, and then eat some more'.

But that's not the point. In actuality, I have nary a clue what "the point" is. I just know the following things:

a. I am very bored.
b. Katara isn't back with the mushrooms, yet.
c. I just shaved myself a Mohawk from sheer boredom.
d. It did not alleviate my boredom—instead, I now have a 2 inch high Mohawk.

And now… I must wonder: what the hell was I thinking?

I let my innocent, naïve, probably-lethal-if-provoked baby sister out of the house after dark!

…I'm a bad brother!

xxxxx

Finally—home, sweet home. No gorgeous kiss-stealing nuts with bad driving skills here! Just the regular kind of nuts with bad driving skills and—oh my sweet god in heaven and fuzzy slippers.

"Sokka…?"

"You're home! Hey, d'ya have the mushrooms?"

"Hair."

"What? Oh. Yeah. Well, see, I figured it needed a little change. So anyways, about the mushrooms,"

"—but… hair."

"Katara, quit fixating on pointless things! Now—do you have the mushrooms or not?"

xxxxxx

Deep breaths. Slow and steady. Breath in. Breath out.

Calm.

Calm.

Calm.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO?"

…Alright, we'll settle for non-insane.

"Katara, what's your issue? It's just hair," Sokka says dryly.

My jaw drops.

xxxxx

"Just hair? Just hair!" she screeches.

Yeowch. My ears are ri-i-i-i-i-ingi-i-i-ing…

"Sokka—you shaved your damn head! Now you look like that—that, hooligan down the street! What next? You'll start shoving girls into cars and snogging them abruptly, too!"

…I'm sorry. I must be delusional. I think something just happened.

"What?" I breath.

She clams up, and begins to back toward the door to her bedroom.

xxxxx

"Oh no you don't," he roars. But really, I think it was more of a bellow. Case and point? The windows rattled.

This can't get worse, really. Well, it could, but it's highly unlikely. So really, it probably cannot get much worse, which is probably a very good thing for me.

And then the doorbell began ringing incessantly. Sokka storms to the front door, pinning me with a look that clearly says 'don't you dare move' but I "accidentally" misinterpret as 'please go make a snack… 5.2 miles away'.

"Your sister left these," says a darkly amused, throaty voice, echoing from the front hallway.

"When was she near enough?" Sokka's in interrogation mode. Ye gods. This cannot be good. And then… I heard a glass of Ovaltine calling! Hooray. Easy out.

xxxxx

I smirk, and eye her brother carelessly, tossing the package of pre-sliced mushrooms from hand to hand. "All of five minutes ago. Nice hair, by the way."

"Shut up," he hisses, staring at me pointedly. "And leave me and my sister alone."

I raise an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you ask her if that's what she wants?"

He scoffs. "Uh, no."

A tin of what appears to be chocolate mix flies from the kitchen, pegging him in the skull. "I heard that!" snaps the angry girl.

Mmm. Fiesty.

xxxxxx

I glare at him, and call out to Katara imploringly. Well, actually, I told her to quit throwing things at me.

Loser-boy just chuckled, and leaned against the doorframe lazily. "Let me talk to your sister."

I snort. "No."

"I never asked for your permission," he says lowly.

Ooooh… I smirk. "Alright," I say softly. "But first, meet Mister D."

"What the—!"

I slam the door. Hard.

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After-note: …What? Sokka likes mushrooms. Don't we all?