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Coming down from the roof, Azula decided it would be a good deal of fun to move right from one target to her main one. Her dear older brother. She made her way downstairs quickly, walking with purpose, her steps fast paced and powerful. She didn't knock on his door; after all, they were family. She simply entered, and it did come to mind that she would be furious if he did the same to her.
"Zuzu," a smile, "How are you fairing?"
"Zuzu," a smile, "How are you fairing?"