[Sokka is busy sitting in the smithy. There's not much work to do lately, now that the New Feather cycle is winding to a close, so he's trying his hardest to get comfortable on the new couch. It's not working. His journal is lying next to him and happily recording his thoughts for all to hear.]
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{He thought those stains were from me?. For somebody who thinks he's so damn smart, he sure is fucking dense. Never even thanked me for cleanin' up that blood. Why do I even try association' with these ingrates? Never know how good they have it.}
[He snorts his disapproval.] Next time, get your own damn couch.
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Wait, wait. You mean the stains were blood!? [He never actually saw the couch after taking Winry to the clinic, so he had assumed...]
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Hey look, you ain't so dumb after all.
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{I couldn't let her see it. She shouldn't be forced to go through somethin' like that. She doesn't deserve to go through somethin' like that. Should've been somebody else. Anybody else.
But it's over now. It's done. I got rid of all the evidence.}
Doesn't matter.
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[He glares up at his thought bubble and tries to wave it away like a cloud of smoke.]
{Hate these things. Change the subject.}
You know anythin' about makin' shocks?
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I'd have to know what they are first.
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... wait, wait. Go back, I want to see that one again.
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