Tokka Week: Day 5
Prompt: Cross Dressing
Thievery
She'd discovered the theft at approximately nine o'clock that morning, when Toph had journeyed to the closet to find one set of clothes missing. Normally she wouldn't really have cared enough to consider the freak disappearance, except for the fact that a certain warriors certain shirt and pants had been let as horrifying attempt at disguising the burglary.
Faced with such stupidity, Toph really had no choice but to confront the moron about it.
She found Sokka in his Ba Sing Se apartment flopped upon his bed, with his nose buried in a pair of her best, most treasured pair of tunic and pants. (Not true, of course—she could barely cared the difference between shorts and a thong—but Toph liked to think dramatically about these things.)
"Why," she asked stiffly, one hand resting on the doorframe as Sokka—obvious to her presence—continued cradling the stolen items as if it were his firstborn son, "did you steal my clothes?"
Sokka froze. Slowly, he lifted his nose out of the wonderfully scented fabric. "Toph," he began hastily, "I can explain—"
"No," Toph interrupted, sightless eyes narrowing, "You can't. You," she hissed, taking a threatening step towards him, "are a no good, low down, dirty, rotten thief."
"The thief" gulped. "Yes, Toph, but I had a reason for my no good, low down, dirty, rotten thievery," Sokka managed to get out through his terror (come on, this was Toph they were talking about).
"And what, pray tell," Toph demanded, "would that be?"
"To put it simply," Sokka shrugged, "you smell nice. Really, really nice. And…I was having trouble getting to sleep, so I figured maybe your…err…scent, would help me along with that."
Toph looked confused, but pointed out all the same, "Flowers smell nice, and you don't see me crawling into bed with them." At her comparison, Sokka flushed.
Crawling into bed with…shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, Sokka glanced back at Toph as she added, "And I still don't see how you first figured out how nice I smell."
Sokka cleared his throat. "Remember that time my clothes got all shredded by the platypus bear while we were on Ember Island and you were the only one that had any extras?"
"You're referring to the time you cross dressed," Toph supplied.
"It wasn't cross dressing," Sokka muttered sullenly, but agreed, "Yes, that time. When I woke up with my head buried in my own tunic, I realized: you're clothes—and, I guess, you—smelled really….really….good."
"Ah." Toph nodded, and paused for a moment to think. "You know," she said slowly, the idea coming to her just as she spoke, "If I'm gonna forgive you for this, you have a lot of favors to repay me with. A lot."
Sokka surveyed her warily. "What kind of favors?"
"Oh, nothing much," Toph replied easily. "We'll call it a few favors between friends. Just a date…or five." Yes, she decided, that was quite enough time for him to fall for her, wasn't it?
Meanwhile, said warrior was exhaling a sigh of relief. Finally. He thought she'd never catch on.
Smiling to himself, Sokka suggested, "The Jasmine Dragon, tonight. I'll pick you up at eight."
"I'll be there," Toph smirked back.
And, later that night, in the middle of a forgiveness-worthy make out session, all she could think was:
Thank god for cross dressing.