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"Troublemakers ... scarin' the life outta folks ... just getting your jollies, never think about the folk under you ... suppose you think that was fun... bloody teenagers..."
The desk sergeant looks angry and irritable, scowling at them and muttering as he pushes papers around.
"Wasting police time ... resources ... cells for a night's the least of what you deserve, your parents oughta have taught you better..."
Steph is still finding it nearly impossible not to giggle. Especially when she glances at Sokka beside her, streaked with gravel and hair spiky from the wind, and remembers the looks on the people's faces.
"You damn kids don't even know the trouble you're in," the sergeant grumps, standing up finally with a notepad. "All right, give me your names."
The desk sergeant looks angry and irritable, scowling at them and muttering as he pushes papers around.
"Wasting police time ... resources ... cells for a night's the least of what you deserve, your parents oughta have taught you better..."
Steph is still finding it nearly impossible not to giggle. Especially when she glances at Sokka beside her, streaked with gravel and hair spiky from the wind, and remembers the looks on the people's faces.
"You damn kids don't even know the trouble you're in," the sergeant grumps, standing up finally with a notepad. "All right, give me your names."