-Ramen and Rudeness-
Yori had finally decided to stop dodging Zuko. She invited him to her house for Agni knows what, and he had accepted, probably just glad to know that she didn't hate his guts or anything. When he rung the bell he was twenty minutes early, and she laughed at his eagerness. Zuko was just so cute sometimes.
She opened the door for him, "Hey."
He smiled and swooped down to kiss her, before handing her a bag with two bottles of wine.
"Yay, alcohol."
He laughed at her, and then kissed her again.
They went inside of her lavender apartment and he sat down on the overstuffed deep purple couch.
She walked over to him after setting down the wine and sat on his lap. "I'm sorry."
"What for?" he asked, wrapping his arms low around her waist.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
He just hugged her.
"Now," she said, pulling her head away, "I hope you weren't expecting to be fed because I can't cook for shit."
"Then let me take you out for dinner-"
"No." she said firmly.
"Why not?"
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I have ramen! Let's eat instant ramen."
"Instant ramen? I've never had it before."
Yori hit him in the head. "I hate rich people. You've never had instant ramen before? Never, like, Maruchan or Nissin?"
"What?"
"Oh Agni, you are too much, rich boy." She jumped off of his lap and went to the kitchen to boil some water.
"Don't call me rich boy," Zuko called from the couch. Her apartment was very small, and both the living room and kitchen were open, so he could see her in the kitchen.
"Take your shoes off, rich boy."
He did as he was told, but mumbled under his breath as he did.
Yori filled her old, black tea kettle with water, and after she put it on the stove, she grabbed the only two matching bowls she owned. She placed the bowls on the table and took two pairs of chopsticks from her utensil drawer and placed the next to the bowls.
"Put them by the door," she said as she reached in a cabinet for the packages of ramen. The water, (which was already hot from the tap before she put it in the kettle) boiled and the steam made the apartment fill with noise. She quickly shut off the water and poured it over the ramen before adding in the "seasoning".
She brought both (hot) bowls out with her and placed theme on the coffee table. Zuko took the pair of chopsticks she handed him and poked the hard rectangle of noodles.s
"Am I meant to eat this?" he asked.
"No, dumbass, wait for it to hydrate," she said, trying to break her noodles apart, but they were still too hard. "I think we should have wine, just so this can be the classiest meal you've ever had, Zuuks." She skipped into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle opener and pulled the cork out of the bottle, and grabbed two wine glasses. She filled them, almost to the brim and slowly walked them over to 'Zuuks'.
"Yori, what the hell is that?" he asked, looking at the almost spilling glasses.
"I told you Zuko, a classy dinner." She placed the glasses down, picked up her chopsticks and pointed them at Zuko, "I think you can pull apart your ramen now," she said as she did just that.
"Pull it apart?" he asked. She groaned and did it for him.
"Ready?" she asked as he put his chopsticks into the bowl.
"No, not really. I'm a little bit afraid that it's going to kill me."
She rolled her eyes as he hesitantly mixed it in with his utensils. She groaned and took a mouthful of noodles with her chopsticks, and shoved them into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered loudly.
"Agni, it's so salty!"
She laughed and began to eat her food.
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After they were done, and the bowls were in the sink, Zuko was sitting on the couch with Yori's head in his lap.
"So you enjoyed the ramen, right?" she asked, her eyes closed.
"Yeah, after you get past the first wave of salty disgustingness, it's pretty good."
"Exactly!" she said.
He laughed, and then leaned down to kiss Yori. She grabbed his neck and pulled him down closer, and after he pulled back up in pain, she sat up and began kissing him again. Her tongue quickly pressed against his lips and forced entry inside. As he began to tug up the hem of her shirt, his phone rang.
She pulled away and he pulled it out of his pocket.
She groaned and leaned back against the arm of the couch.
He looked at the caller ID and began, "It's-"
"Just answer it, and shut up," she said, tugging her shirt back down and wiping her lips.
Zuko thanked her and walked to the bathroom to answer his phone call in private.
A/N- Yeah, just a short one, because I want to go to bed. I always imagine that Zuko never has instant ramen or jello, or poor people shit like that. Okay, that's it, I'm tired and I've going to bed, since it's 1:25 am in New York right now.
Goodnight!
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