Feb 25, 2007 18:05
The suite has gone to the dogs--only the dogs are gone. But there are things that are not quite right. Couch cushions rumpled. Things piled on the table. Dishes, unwashed, in the sink. Stale food, left to spoil.
The scent will reach them first; as Zuko opens the door. It doesn't smell right. But you can only clean so often when you hurt constantly.
"Thank, he says, as he opens the door, "But I'm fine now."
You can go now.
milliways