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[text] buntails November 1 2011, 05:42:31 UTC
Sokka... I don't think it's good to keep watching them that long.

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 00:24:02 UTC
But you know... isn't it sort of... prying? These are pretty personal things...

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 01:46:15 UTC
Sorry. If the Animus is going to show me, I'm going to look.

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 02:21:58 UTC
But you should be considerate of everyone, too!

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 03:21:37 UTC
What would you have me do? Ask everyone first?

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 03:24:27 UTC
You don't have to look. There are times people should have privacy. What the Animus do is bad enough; we shouldn't make it worse for each other.

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 03:30:05 UTC
Fine, if I see you again, I won't look.

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 03:33:09 UTC
Sokka, it isn't about just me.

Some things are private.

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 03:39:10 UTC
It's too late. I'm not leaving until I'm finished. I'm sorry.

[It's not often that Sokka has to be so firm with Usagi, but he won't be deterred.]

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 03:42:11 UTC
[She really doesn't know what to say or do. She's been worried about him for a long time: the times he's been hurt and hasn't explained, what she's heard about what happened before from Suki, and now something like this, callously looking at the painful memories of the people here without even seeing the utter invasion of privacy as wrong.

She has that strange feeling again, the feeling of not truly knowing someone at all anymore, when she calls them friend.

She can't bring herself to answer back, and sets the PCD beside her on the bed in her room.]

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 03:59:25 UTC
[Sokka doesn't text again until some time after midnight.]

It's snowing.

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 04:01:28 UTC
[She grabs at the PCD the second she realizes who its sender is. She stares at the simple message, and swallows.

Her fingers fumble through an equally inadequate reply.]

The first snow this year.

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 04:05:58 UTC
I have what I promised you. Is it too late to meet?

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 04:28:30 UTC
No. [Never too late.] Where do you want to meet?

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[text] angle_on_it November 2 2011, 04:41:58 UTC
The forge. Give me 30 minutes.

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[text] buntails November 2 2011, 04:44:20 UTC
I'll be there.

[Where he can't see it, her shoulders rise and fall in a soft sigh. She reaches for a small pillow (still stained where it used to be caked with dirt before she washed it several times).]

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