021 [video]
[Jet never has been one to do things at a normal time, so maybe that explains his post now. He walks almost silently, his feet seeming to know exactly which way to go to get to his destination. The PCD is held so it’s looking up to his face as he walks, and his voice comes out hushed as not to disturb anyone.]
Hey…happy new year everyone. I’m heading home now, if you’re up and need anything give me a shout. [And unwilling to acknowledge that his illness may have taken a toll on him physically. He’s lost a few pounds, maybe some stamina, but he’s willing to test it. To push. In fact, that’s what he’s spent today doing.]
I kinda missed the whole Christmas thing, and what’s been going on lately, but if anything’s going on for new years, let me know?
[His feet stop padding the ground and everything in sight of the PCD seems to freeze, at least until Jet looks down with his usual smirk. Tucking it away, pretty sure he flicked it off, he heads inside and upstairs. He stops at a door, though it can’t be seen from the inside of his pocket on the device.
Abruptly, there’s a loud banging sound as his fist meets the wood of the door several, several times.
Hope you weren’t sleeping, Zuko. The PCD cuts off.]