Sokka the 59th - [Action/Written]

[markofthewise]

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[forestpride]

...You are not Sokka.

[southernsprout]

... yes I am.

[Why are you hassling him, San? Is it because you're bigger than him? He narrows his eyes and starts stomping off towards wherever it was he was headed.]

[forestpride]

Sokka is larger than I am.

[southernsprout]

And now I'm not. But I'm still me, just smaller.

[Action]

[sapphire_sniper]

[He saw the written entry, and will be showing up in the smithy sometime around mid-afternoon.]

Hey Sokka, thought I'd swing by and see if you had that comm... ission

[Snerk.]

-from late last year.

[He'd make a short joke, but there are so many he can't pick one.]

[Action]

[southernsprout]

[Sokka is just sitting up on a stool just to be able to sharpen a sword that is awkward in his child-sized arms. But dammit he's doing it and doing it well!

He'd glare at Michael for that snerking, but he ends up blinking in surprise instead. Dude, last time he saw you was... well, you had boobs then.]

Michael? You're back?

[Action]

[sapphire_sniper]

[And last Michael remembers, you were... almost as hot as he was.]

And better than ever~

[Which is to say... exactly the same. But improving on perfection is still perfection, right?]

[Action]

[southernsprout]

[Sokka just has memories of being hit on by Michael on two different occasions. In fact, that commission was made while Michael was leering at girl Sokka. Oh jeez.]

... right. Welcome back.

[Action]

[crytearsofjoy]

[In the smithy, where else? She's on the couch with a book about music. When she hears someone walk in she decides to finish the paragraph before pulling her eyes from the page.]

How may I help you?

[Action]

[southernsprout]

[Twitch. Okay Sokka... everyone you know are just adults, not lumbering giants or anything. It's like when you were a kid, that's all. Nothing to be ashamed about.]

I'm good. Thanks. [He says in a painfully boyish voice. Ugh. He shuffles off to his work area.]

[Action]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Wait, was that a child's voice? Winry immediately drops the book. By the time she gets herself off the couch Sokka's back is turned to her.]

I'm sorry kid, but this is a dangerous place. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

[Action]

[southernsprout]

[Eyebrow twitch. He turns around, crosses his arms, and taps his foot.]

I'm not a kid, Winry! I just look like one, okay!

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[interstellars]

[Ranka's kind of lurking in the vicinity of the school today. She was told about it a while ago, and she really should go, shouldn't she? But...hrm. Decisions, decisions. Also, what is she supposed to do, just walk in, no of course not there must be someone to talk to but who and what does she even say and...

...she's kind of pacing nervously.]

[ action ]

[southernsprout]

[... so he notices. He's wondering what she's doing at first as he watches. Waiting for someone to get out?

Well, he just clears his throat.]

Ranka?

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[interstellars]

[AAA SOMEONE NOTICED]

Yes?!

[Sjksldf turning towards the voice aaaa of course they noticed, Ranka, you were hovering instead of doing anything and now you'll be questioned and it'll be awkward and well it might've been awkward anyway and and and.

...wait. A...kid?]

[ action ]

[southernsprout]

[Yes. A kid. She doesn't recognize him. Not that she should, he's a lot younger now. Still, he's starting to wish more people would realize who he is.]

... What are you doing?

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[markofthebrave]

[On her way to school, Katara catches a glimpse of a familiar ponytailed child headed into the clothes shop.]

Sokka?

[ action ]

[markofthebrave]

[Louder now and turning to rapidly approach.]

Sokka!

[ action ]

[southernsprout]

[He stops just as he starts pushing the door open and glances back. Well, he's glad to see Katara, but she just gets the flattest look ever. He is not happy about his predicament.]

Hey Katara.

[ action ]

[markofthebrave]

You're back! You're - short. [You're - you. Still you. Even younger.]