Post Office, Tuesday (5/8)
The school was a big smoking pile of rubble. So Sokka was just a little jumpy. And the fact that he had ruined all his chocolate last weekend didn't help.
He made sure he was packing boomerang when he left for work this morning, and the familiar weight on his back helped him feel safer as he put on his spiffy hat and opened the post office.
He spent all day looking around nervously -- in case the post office were suddenly blown up by aliens, too. And he used a bit of string with a knot on the end to train and hone Not Tiddles's hunting reflexes.
[Sokka's going to be twitchy with the boomerang today. If the sheriff wants to come by and call him on it, that's perfectly all right by me.]
He made sure he was packing boomerang when he left for work this morning, and the familiar weight on his back helped him feel safer as he put on his spiffy hat and opened the post office.
He spent all day looking around nervously -- in case the post office were suddenly blown up by aliens, too. And he used a bit of string with a knot on the end to train and hone Not Tiddles's hunting reflexes.
[Sokka's going to be twitchy with the boomerang today. If the sheriff wants to come by and call him on it, that's perfectly all right by me.]