A derp and a cute bruiser walk into a bar...
WHO: Toph and Bakura (derpface) (alternately anyone else who might happen upon them at Hell Towers???)
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Hell Towers! Aw yisss.
WARNINGS: Adorableness. Punching.
SUMMARY: Toph goes to see her friend Bakura. There will be punching because he went and got himself killed and that is Not. Okay.
FORMAT: WHATEVA WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT
It had been a looong time since Toph had gone to Hell Towers. It was back when Kogenta was around, she thought. Oh man, Kogenta. Those were good times, trying to teach the timid healer to defend himself.
...that was the wrong thing to think about. She paused in the lobby of the building, letting her face tip forward so her hair would hide the tears she was fighting back. Bakura had gotten himself killed, and she couldn't even help him. Nothing she could do. And that hurt almost as much. The guilt was overwhelming, but she shoved it back, pushed it down until she could breathe without trying to sob.
Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit, she thought as she got into the elevator, finding the right floor button by touch. Despite the girl's resistance to learning how to read with Braille, she'd picked up on the number system at least. It was still a little difficult. The need to 'read' the right floor distracted her from her frustration momentarily and helped her get her emotions back in control for the time being.
Once on the floor where Bakura lived, she frowned, not remembering which apartment he lived in. It had really been a long time. There were some people around, but at the distance she was from them and with her winter boots on, she couldn't figure out who was who.
So yelling worked.
"Hey, Bakura!"
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Hell Towers! Aw yisss.
WARNINGS: Adorableness. Punching.
SUMMARY: Toph goes to see her friend Bakura. There will be punching because he went and got himself killed and that is Not. Okay.
FORMAT: WHATEVA WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT
It had been a looong time since Toph had gone to Hell Towers. It was back when Kogenta was around, she thought. Oh man, Kogenta. Those were good times, trying to teach the timid healer to defend himself.
...that was the wrong thing to think about. She paused in the lobby of the building, letting her face tip forward so her hair would hide the tears she was fighting back. Bakura had gotten himself killed, and she couldn't even help him. Nothing she could do. And that hurt almost as much. The guilt was overwhelming, but she shoved it back, pushed it down until she could breathe without trying to sob.
Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit, she thought as she got into the elevator, finding the right floor button by touch. Despite the girl's resistance to learning how to read with Braille, she'd picked up on the number system at least. It was still a little difficult. The need to 'read' the right floor distracted her from her frustration momentarily and helped her get her emotions back in control for the time being.
Once on the floor where Bakura lived, she frowned, not remembering which apartment he lived in. It had really been a long time. There were some people around, but at the distance she was from them and with her winter boots on, she couldn't figure out who was who.
So yelling worked.
"Hey, Bakura!"