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[highrisktrader]

It is very lonely, and very boring, being a ghost.

The kitchen is cold again. There's water in the sink, even though almost everyone who uses the kitchen empties it when they're done; it's clear, clean, and rippling slightly in no wind at all. Occasionally a drop rises into the air and then splashes sadly back down.

It's so frustrating. She used

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[notanoptimist]

Sokka hasn't been in the kitchen in weeks. Maybe months, maybe a little more. He hasn't exactly kept a running tally and has been hunting, not wanting to rely on Steph and Mel for food because he was too cowardly to look at his sister's ghost.

It's really hard to keep his hands from shaking as he climbs the stairs of the farmhouse, heading straight for the kitchen. A hand curls around the doorframe and he leans in, checking to see if anyone else is there.

[highrisktrader]

There's nobody there, but the water falls still -- not in an absence of someone, but as if someone's waiting.

"S-- Sokka?"

She hasn't seen them for so long!

[notanoptimist]

Sokka swallows. Hard.

That first step into the kitchen is one of the hardest he's ever taken.

"Katara?"

[highrisktrader]

She's almost there.

He's looking, so she'll try her hardest to be there for him.

She hasn't seen him in so very long.

"Oh, Sokka. I'm sorry."

[no_devo_quotes]

It's probably too much to ask that there be Sprite somewhere in the place (even the magical cold-box), but it can't hurt to look.

!!! OMG MONST- oh, hey, that ghost girl.

"You're still here." It's blunt, but not unkind. Surprise, mostly.

[highrisktrader]

Katara nods meekly.

"Sorry?"

[no_devo_quotes]

"um. I guess it's all right... I mean, you ain't attackin' nobody." That she's heard. And she's paying rapt attention.

Hmm, yes, an unfortunate lack of Sprite in the fridge.

"You ever, um, talk to that guy? Your brother, right?"

[highrisktrader]

Katara nods happily, all smiles.

"He didn't mean to run away and he doesn't hate me!"