F IS FOR FRIENDS WHO DO STUFF TOGETHER
Whothewhatnow??? TEEN BOY SQUAD
What even... SWORD FIGHTING DERP TIMES
Whenwhahuh? APPARENTLY SATURDAY MORNING
Wherethefu-! FLOWER DECK WHEEEEEEEEEEE
[Sokka cannot actually quite contain his excitement. He's been sleeping-- yes, Jim! Yes, sleeping! He's been doing it! With no ill effects! Not many, anyway. He really only remembers vague flashes of his dreams anymore-- he's not been stressed enough for them to really bother him.
Besides all of that, he gets to actually share something from home with Hiccup and Jim that won't kill them. Firebending's really the only thing of his from home that they know too much about, and that? Kind of sucks a whole lot.
Ignoring all of the other random stuff he's been trying to learn, it's exciting to teach, in a way. Especially exciting to teach people-that-are-not-five-and-constantly-needing-potty-breaks. Running along the halls of the ship down to deck thirteen, arms filled with his three swords (and one of Zuko's REALLY rough ones) and two of the three shields slung over his back, he is seriously grinning from ear to ear.
Good morning, Elegante. This is Sokka NOT on coffee. He woke up early for this. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's trying to remind himself of Piandao's basics, and really making a mental note to apologize to Hiccup. If the viking kid didn't want to learn sword fighting, how was it Sokka's place to force him? He knows he's wrong. He's not afraid to own up to that.
He told the guys to be there at 8:30, but really, he's not expecting them to show up until nine.]
What even... SWORD FIGHTING DERP TIMES
Whenwhahuh? APPARENTLY SATURDAY MORNING
Wherethefu-! FLOWER DECK WHEEEEEEEEEEE
[Sokka cannot actually quite contain his excitement. He's been sleeping-- yes, Jim! Yes, sleeping! He's been doing it! With no ill effects! Not many, anyway. He really only remembers vague flashes of his dreams anymore-- he's not been stressed enough for them to really bother him.
Besides all of that, he gets to actually share something from home with Hiccup and Jim that won't kill them. Firebending's really the only thing of his from home that they know too much about, and that? Kind of sucks a whole lot.
Ignoring all of the other random stuff he's been trying to learn, it's exciting to teach, in a way. Especially exciting to teach people-that-are-not-five-and-constantly-needing-potty-breaks. Running along the halls of the ship down to deck thirteen, arms filled with his three swords (and one of Zuko's REALLY rough ones) and two of the three shields slung over his back, he is seriously grinning from ear to ear.
Good morning, Elegante. This is Sokka NOT on coffee. He woke up early for this. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's trying to remind himself of Piandao's basics, and really making a mental note to apologize to Hiccup. If the viking kid didn't want to learn sword fighting, how was it Sokka's place to force him? He knows he's wrong. He's not afraid to own up to that.
He told the guys to be there at 8:30, but really, he's not expecting them to show up until nine.]