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Eep!
Why are these so hard?
Sorry to disappoint, but this will be even shorter than the last one
"I gotta shave now," Aang whined as he frantically dashed to find his razor to get rid of the abomination on top of his head.
Seriously, a coma? He didn't know what was worse, being out for weeks or the hair that came with it.
Unfortunately, it was clear Katara didn't think otherwise. "Why? I think it's kinda cute," she said, rubbing his hair with her hand. Aang bristled. It felt like she was petting Momo - only she was petting him instead.
"Hey! Cut that out!" he yelled irritably.
"But if you're going to cut that hair like you said, this may be my only time to get to touch it," Katara complained, but Aang could see the mischief in her eyes.
He grumbled, continuing to toss his things around the room trying to find his razor. As her hand remained insistently on top of his head, he wondered where in the Four Nations and the Spirit World did he ever have a fancy for her.
Katara desperately tried jumping as high as she could to reach the letter in Aang's hand, but to no avail. Scowling, she reluctantly gave up as Aang hurriedly retreated to a corner to read the letter away from Katara.
"You know if you didn't want me to see the letter, you could've not told me about it. Or read it in a different place. Or even - could you imagine? - flying high up into the air so I wouldn't try to get it."
"It's not the same fun," Aang teased as Katara finally snatched Zuko's letter from his hand and quickly scanned it for any interesting information. Nothing besides the fact that his wife's stomach was getting bigger. She glared up at her boyfriend.
"Fun?" her eyes were filled with a storm that would have sent any other person cowering on their knees and begging for forgiveness. Aang, however, was decidedly immune at that moment, and only beamed at her.
"Yep. Remember all those times you held your height against me?" He puffed out his chest, showing his equal height to Katara. "No longer! Helps that I can also jump higher than you as an airbender."
She pouted, and seriously considered why she was dating such an annoying prick.
"Stop rubbing my head," became Aang's first comment of the day.
She giggled. She loved feeling the rough texture of his head in the morning and comparing it to the nice smoothness of post-shave Aang.
"I don't get what's so funny."
"You never get anything," she sang, feinting the water of the faucet towards Aang's face. He yelped and dove away, only to surface grumpily as Katara had a good laugh at his overdone antics.
"So annoying," he grumbled.
"Love you too." She kissed him on the tip of his nose. "What? Expecting full lip-to-lip bedroom Katara? Sorry loverboy. Not today. By the way, I think Sokka's just outside!" She laughed at the stunned look on his face as she waltzed out of the room. Ah, what fun. She wondered if Aang was regretting their relationship together.
"Aang. Pleeease," she whined, struggling to bend over.
Aang sighed dramatically, then deliberately rose from his couch and took slow steps towards her, as though he was a humanized, lazy Appa. "What is it, dear?"
"Shoooesss."
"What shoes? Oh, you mean the ones you're trying to put on." He returned back to the couch.
"Aang, not funny! It's actually like I have a disability!" Katara cried.
Aang's joking mood stopped, and he quickly rushed to her aid. "Sorry, Katara. I just wanted to have a little bit of fun."
"Tell that to the baby," she retorted, feeling the weight in her stomach almost lift her beyond Aang's idiocy.
"KATARA!"
Katara was busying herself with her makeup for the day when Aang burst into the room, redfaced, almost gritting his teeth.
She slowly turned around, trying to make herself look as good as possible while doing so. "Something the matter, Sweetie?" she drawled innocently.
"Lin just called me TWINKLETOES!"
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Hmph. Looks like Toph's been taking good care of her children."
"Nice one, except I KNOW for a fact that the chief of the damn police force leaves her kids with you to take care of. Guess what that means."
"That I'm a very good caretaker?" she asserted innocently while Aang for the first time in his life looked like he was about to pull an Ozai.
"YOU taught them the word Twinkletoes. YOU taught them to call me Twinkletoes. I ask you, Katara. Why? WHY? What possessed you to do such a thing?"
She tittered. "Really now, what outlandish assumptions you make. You seriously mustn't listen to Sokka over these petty matters! If that is all, I will leave you to it, and I do believe that I need to finish up my routine!"
For a moment, Aang appeared as though he would rush to her and ruin her appearance, but he simply muttered tame obscenities while making a cranky exit.
"Language!" she chirped. She thought she heard the sound of someone smacking their face, but that might have only been her imagination.
"Imagine marrying a man who's rarely at home for work reasons," Katara said, snuggled up to her husband.
"Imagine marrying a woman who can't keep a nice home for the man to return to."
"Imagine marrying a man who passed down crazy genes to his children."
"Imagine marrying a woman who makes said man deal with the children."
"Imagine marrying a man who says such a thing then goes on to destroy half the house with his children."
"Imagine marrying a woman who only mentions destruction and not the reparation that occurs within half-a-second."
"Imagine marrying a man who relentlessly mocks and bullies his wife."
"Imagine marrying a woman who does the same to her husband."
"Imagine still falling and being in love with them," Katara said, pulling in Aang for a kiss.
"Imagine imagining," Aang said with a sarcastic smirk, then leaned back in for another kiss.
Hope that made sense - my brain is not working right now.
Well that's three prompts in one day. Onwards!
