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Who: Sokka and Azula
What: This is not a date.
Where: Ice cream shop
Azula sat in the ice cream shop by herself, impatiently tapping her foot against the floor. She wasn't nervous, no...She couldn't be nervous because this wasn't a real date, nope. This was just going to be the proof for the entire base of why she and Sokka would never be together. Didn't mean the princess didn't try to look nice, though.
"This is not a date, this is not a date, this is not a date," She chorused in her mind, starting to click her fingernails against the table. The only reason she had to be nervous about this was her complete inability to speak to the opposite sex without saying something moronic. Up to this point she had been okay speaking to Sokka, but this was an entirely new setting. This was a date, well, sort of. Not really. And if she said something stupid, wouldn't that just help their cause along? She sighed. At least this gave her something to do instead of trying to sort out her screwed up little head.
What: This is not a date.
Where: Ice cream shop
Azula sat in the ice cream shop by herself, impatiently tapping her foot against the floor. She wasn't nervous, no...She couldn't be nervous because this wasn't a real date, nope. This was just going to be the proof for the entire base of why she and Sokka would never be together. Didn't mean the princess didn't try to look nice, though.
"This is not a date, this is not a date, this is not a date," She chorused in her mind, starting to click her fingernails against the table. The only reason she had to be nervous about this was her complete inability to speak to the opposite sex without saying something moronic. Up to this point she had been okay speaking to Sokka, but this was an entirely new setting. This was a date, well, sort of. Not really. And if she said something stupid, wouldn't that just help their cause along? She sighed. At least this gave her something to do instead of trying to sort out her screwed up little head.