"These clothes itch, I'm tired and hungry, I'm missing play rehearsal. Mara! Are you listening to me complain? It's no fun to complain to someone who's not listening-"
"Shut up!" Mara hissed as we walked through the gates of Ba Sing Sae. "Now look refugee-y."
"Is that a word?" I asked, confused.
"No. I made it up." I just stopped walking and lifted an eyebrow, staring at her. "What, I can't make up words like you do?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Nope!"
"I'm glad at least one of us is sane..." she mumbled and continued walking. I stood there for a moment, then ran after her, screaming.
"Hey! I am too sane!"
Right as I walked through the gates they slammed shut and I squeaked. A guard walked up and started talking.
"Sorry miss, gate curfew. You're lucky you made it in or you would've had to wait all night until we open it back up in the morning!"
I stared at him, then blinked and ran after Mara. Clutching her arm I looked around.
"Mara, these people look like they're from the really creepy side of (city named removed cause I don't want stalkers following me!)"
"Mel.. chill. Just don't make eye contact. Or try to freak them out like you did in Omashu... Mel?" She stopped and looked around. I had disappeared. Suddenly she heard a tell tale squeal and a crashing sound. Running towards the noise, she stopped and stared.
I was laying on top of someone in a dirty green uniform like we were wearing.
"Ugh..." the figure moaned then lifted it's head.
"I CALLED DIBS ON HIM!" I screamed before his face lifted up.
"PRINCE ZUKO! AHH!" Mara screamed and jumped on top of him as well.
"Uncle...! HELP!"
"Looks like you have some ladies on top of you Prince Zuko. What have I told you about hanging around the bars-" Ex- General Iroh announced, amused.
"Uncle! The tall one with wild brown hair and things over her eyes just jumped on me from a random corner, then the blonde followed!" he protested, blushing faintly.
"I do have a name!" I yelped, scowling, and still sitting on his lower back. "It's Melanie. Or Mel since Melanie is a horrific Latin name..."
"And I'm Mara!" Mara squealed from her seat on her shoulders. "And you don't know it, but we're married."
"Hey! I'm the one married to him! Remember? You married the clone!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!
"Did no-"
"Ladies! My nephew is not currently married at the moment. There must be some misunderstanding."
"Oh, yeah. There's a HUGE misunderstanding." I said, glaring, as Mara and I both stood up. "C'mon! You wanna go? You wanna go? BRING IT!"
"IT'S ALREADY BEEN BROUGHT!"
And the cat fight began as the exiled prince and his uncle slipped away in to the falling night.
