Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
It's Not My Fault!
"Sokka?" He wasn't used to calling the Water Tribe boy by his actual name. It was always peasant or warrior – with a sarcastic snort. But today, sarcasm and insults were a no-no.
"What? If this about the pygmy puma, I already told you-"
"Actually, it's about your sister."
Sokka's reply was without hesitation. "No."
"Huh?" Zuko was taken aback. "Uh, you don't know what I was going to say, though."
"I can guess. Anything pertaining to your involvement with Katara is an automatic no."
"Please?"
"Nuh-uh."
"But-"
"Don't care."
"She-"
"Blah."
"Sokka, don't be stupid." This last comment was from a new voice, a voice from the doorway, a voice belonging to a young woman in long blue robes. Her hands were on her hips and her aura a determined one. "Listen to his question."
"Fine," relented the young man, crossing his arms. "Ask away, your Lordliness."
"Uh…" At the sight of Katara, all Zuko's confidence was drained. "You know, on second thought…ask Katara, she'll tell you." An attempt to scoot out of the room was stopped by a slim, dark hand that grabbed him by the topknot.
"Owowow okay let go!" he whimpered. She complied, and he habitually straightened his little flame-shaped crown.
"I'm waiting."
"You sound just like Master Pakku," laughed Katara, oblivious to the emotional state her beloved was in.
Gritting his teeth, the Fire Lord forced a few precious words out. "I want to marry your sister."
Sokka blinked.
"Ooh, that sounds even better when you say it to Sokka," crooned Katara. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" The Firebender just coughed in reply, unsure what would happen next.
Sokka blinked.
"Uh…" Katara giggled. "Sokka, you can talk, you know."
Sokka blinked.
"Sokka?"
Taking this opportunity, Zuko edged out of the room, thankfully not admonished this time. It was only a moment before his fiancée's voice was heard echoing down the hall.
"ZUKO! YOU MADE MY BROTHER FAINT!"
A/n: Heh.
Hehe.
Hehehe.