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[notanoptimist]

Sokka has found a Car

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[grabber_fray]

They're sort of kind of waiting for him on the front porch.

Well, Mel is. Loo is playing with Penge and Hana is dozing.

But she waiting with enough amusement for all. You push that car, Sokka!

[notanoptimist]

Huffing and puffing and pushing and shoving and grunting and cursing takes a lot out of a person, you know. And so, after a while, Sokka is pausing in the street, breathing hard and reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

...only to find his sister smirking at him.

"Uhm," says Sokka, breathless and frowning at her, hands on his hips, "one of us is superpowered here and guess what? It's not me."

[grabber_fray]

"But you're having so much fun," Mel points out...

...but she's already gathering Loo into her arms - Hana's not going anywhere, and heading in his direction.

"Hold this?"

Yeah, she just referred to her daughter as 'this'.

[notanoptimist]

Loo gets sweaty uncle-arms around her and beaming uncle-face looking at her. "Hi, this," he greets her happily, bouncing her on a hip and grinning when she squeals and hits him with Penge.

Mel can deal with the car now. It'll be his when it's closer to the house.

[i_spoiled_it]

Let us say for the sake of convenience (and fewer simultaneous shattertimes) that Mel has pushed the car back to the farm and at some point has left Sokka to it.

This makes it convenient for him to overhear half a conversation that approaches him.

"...doesn't hate you. Swear," Steph is saying, sounding like she's working very hard on staying patient, as she and a rather smaller, skinnier Sokka drift across the lawn. "Just, y'know, he's got a lot on his mind."

[lemur_sitter]

"Yeah..."

The younger Sokka is not even slightly convinced, apparently, shoving his hands in his pockets with shoulders slightly hunched.

"But can you just teach me anyway? I don't wanna bug him."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Batarangs are a totally different shape, Sokka. Totally different technique -- and I'm not even good at using them at any distance, I'm good with close-up stuff. Muggers in an alleyway, you know? You're probably already better than I am."

[lemur_sitter]

He wrinnkles his nose, apparently not convinced by this either.

[transbender]

"Need some help with that kiddo?" Thomas is fresh back from a... scouting... mission in Metropolis. That might be why his pockets jingle and he's actually smiling.

And, of course, the offering help, which he generally doesn't do either.

[notanoptimist]

Who cares how often he does it? The fact is that he's offering.

If calling him 'kiddo,' which Sokka would take more offense to if he didn't really need that help.

"Yeah," he grunts, barely looking over his shoulder to identify that there's someone actually there. "Sure, grab a bumper."

[transbender]

Thomas gets his shoulder behind the bumper, which he can do without bending down any, and uses his other hand, suitably stretched out, to help guide the steering wheel. "So, why we doin' this?" He's not adverse to helping, but he does like knowing the why.

[notanoptimist]

...weird.

Or it would be, if Sokka were facing him. But he's not, so Thomas gets un-eyeballed for the moment.

"'Cause it's-- too hard t'-- work on it real far from-- where I'm livin'," Sokka informs the other after a few moments of shoving. Then he glances over.

And promptly falls over.

In his defense, his feet had stopped moving - it's just that the car kept going and that's where his hands were holding him up.