Mar 07, 2006 20:57
Um, he'd like to get up now.
Eyeing his sister, still sleeping on his arm, Sokka starts to roll her carefully. He's thinking about picking her up, placing her on the couch beside the cot, but uh... that would require getting up. And, uh... Sokka's a little naked under that sheet.
He ends up slipping his arm out from underneath her, keeping the sheet over his lap while reaching for the clean pair of jeans someone had left for him. The material is odd, but he's been wearing it for a while, not hesitant in pulling them on, jumping off the cot to pull them up around his hips, glancing back once to check on Katara.
There's a circle of faint, pale scars in the center of his chest, light scarring on his shoulder blades from their meeting with the pavement, that bitemark above his bone necklace on his neck, the faint scars on his temples, hidden mostly by the growth of his hair.
All of this is why he glances over his shoulder at Katara before looking for a shirt - if she sees him standing, though he feels find, she's sure to pitch a fit.
zuko,
sokka