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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph's talk with Batman has cleared up precisely nothing. It's nearing daylight by the time the window slides up soundlessly again and she slips inside, cloak blending with the shadows, tired and only wanting to slide into bed with a snuggly, snoring boyfriend. Which she promptly does.

Somewhere that's way too early in the morning, the warm

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[notanoptimist]

There's the familiar roar of a growling car in front of the building they've been sleeping in, and then some shouting. Something that sounds a lot like "I HATE YOU" and a lot of laughter. Then the engine roars again, and the apartment door opens to reveal her boyfriend, smirking and shaking his head.

Only to stop (freeze?) and blink at Steph. "Oh. Hey. Um... you're up."

[i_spoiled_it]

Angst, meet Sokka-time. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE SURVIVOR.

Steph looks at the bed, at herself, and back at the bed. "Yup."

Eyebrow-raise!

[notanoptimist]

"...hi!"

Boyfriend looks shifty. Nervous. Perhaps even guilty.

Also, a little red-faced.

[i_spoiled_it]

A smirk is slowly creeping over Steph's face. "Hi."

Raaaaaised eyebrows.

Whatever it is, this is obviously going to result in amusement!

[notanoptimist]

Is she suuuuuuure?

Reeeeeeally?

"Um... how was your day?"

Sokka is SO SMOOTH.

[i_spoiled_it]

Sokka is SUCH A DORK and Steph loves him for it, kind of a lot.

"Better now you're back here." She's grinning. "You're looking very flushed, Socks, are you feeling okay?"

It'll be funny! Totally! At least for a few seconds more, anyway, until the nervous-shifty-guilty starts to actually worry her instead of just make her giggle at him.

[notanoptimist]

"Um... well... I kinda found Dean."

Though that's a weird thing to be shifty about.

[i_spoiled_it]

"Oh, I missed it! And I promised Mel, too." Steph frowns, disappointed in herself. "Damn. I meant to wake up! How was he?"

The weird is starting to bother her. Not so much smirking now, more a fairly worried sort of eyeballing.

[notanoptimist]

"Um, fine. Good." For a minute, Sokka's grin is genuine, totally amused. "I scared the shit out of him pretending to be mad, but I couldn't keep it up. His face was totally priceless, though."

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph laughs, relieved, and comes over finally to lean against him and wordlessly demand snuggling. "Why on earth would he be scared of you?"

[notanoptimist]

Sokka blinks for the demand, but since it's wordless, he doesn't question it - yet. His arms go around her and pull her close, setting his chin on her hair. "I'm big and scary," he protests, pouting to tease her. "And a little bit taller, so I can loom. Plus, he's a big brother, too, so I think he thought I'd actually hurt him."

[i_spoiled_it]

What, can't a girl demand snuggles without an ulterior motive? Steph is grinny for the snuggling, anyway. "... that's adorable," she points out, giggling into his neck. "...you smell like cigarettes and beer. Get too close to Dean, did you?"

[notanoptimist]

"Um..."

Oh, there's that shiftiness again.

"Dean... kind of... took me on... a field trip?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph twists her head so she can peer up at him without letting go or being let go of. "... a field trip?"

[notanoptimist]

"Yeah. To, um... a place with... um..."

Sokka's face is red. It's very obvious when she's looking right at him and he refuses to look back at her.

"...strippers."

[i_spoiled_it]

"...you went to see strippers?"

Oh. Hello, sudden blows of crippling insecurity. Steph leans back, trying to catch his eyes. He's all red and nervous and shy and - he went to see strippers?

"O-kaaaay..."

STEPH DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO REACT TO THIS, PLZ HELP.