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[notanoptimist]

If this were Apocalyptica or Eden or even Kansas itself, if Mel and the babies were at the house with them, Sokka would have woken up in a dogpile of limbs and baby drool. But with Mel and her daughters off with Erin for some sisterly bonding, Sokka wakes up in a rock bunker made by yet another Toph that doesn't recognize him with five feet

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[lemur_sitter]

There's another Sokka outside who'd apparently had the same idea.

Except it was disturbed when the kraken reached out of the pool to try to mimic the shaving motions.

Now there's a Sokka flailing at the pool, and a kraken flailing at the Sokka, and altogether too much activity for this early in the morning.

[notanoptimist]

The other Sokka takes this all in for a moment.

And the other two can be alerted to his presence as he starts laughing at the both of them.

[lemur_sitter]

"This isn't funny!" The long-haired Sokka flails a bit more. "I'm just trying to shave, and it wants my boomerang!"

NOBODY GETS HIS BOOMERANG.

Spots looks a little sad about this, subsiding into the pool and looking pathetically at the older Sokka.

[notanoptimist]

Sokka does not stop chuckling but does quiet a little, grinning at them. "Maybe it just wants to play," he suggests.

Though he does put his knife away, and the boomerang on his back stays right where it is.