[ voice/action ] please not now

[xelhes]

[It takes Fenimore some time to reach for her journal after they find Shirley missing. But, eventually, she drags herself over and opens it. It's no small matter for Shirley to have made friends in Luceti -- the girl had spent her first fifteen years friendless. She can't just leave that alone. But, even once she opens it, there's silence for a

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[swordsandfans]

[Having heard the message earlier, Sokka was going to reply. But... the message ended. So later, when heading north to the village, he does notice someone by the bridge. Someone who looks like Shirley. But... not Shirley, right?

Standing higher on the slope, he speaks up:]

Hey.

[blessingone]

[Fenimore makes a noise that she would rather I didn't describe as a snort. But it's pretty close to one.] If that was the case, there would be a line-up.

[swordsandfans]

Besides. Look at those arms. [Sokka lightly punches a Shirley arm.] Are you saying Shirley managed to punch her way out of here?

[blessingone]

[/bruises because Shirley is frail The joke is actually kind of funny, but it also draws attention to her current situation, being stuck in Shirley's body, as she actually lifts that arm to look at it. Her expression is a strange mixture of sudden amusement, followed almost immediately by something more solemn.] Yeah. She probably doesn't even know how to punch. [The voice only makes it worse, even if it sounds a little weird from being inside the head rather than hearing it from outside. G-guh, she misses her so much already, and it hasn't even been a day.]

[swordsandfans]

[... okay, so maybe he hit a sore spot there. He goes quiet again at that, fumbling with a rock again.] I guess you two have that in common. [Okay, so maybe he's not good at this. When in doubt, he just resorts to humor.]

[blessingone]

[She can take the joking -- and, really, the sitting next to, even -- better with him than she probably, because...well, that's what she's used to. Even if it is still weird that he looks like his girlfriend.

And even if she still sounds annoyed at the joke, though it lacks some of the snap that she would usually have and also is with Shirley's voice.] I can do that much.

[swordsandfans]

Really? Show me.

[What better way to solve disappointment and sadness than a little old fashioned violence? It's very distracting.]

[blessingone]

[She blinks at him, not having expected that suggestion.] ...When you say it looking like that, it sounds like you're telling me to punch your girlfriend. [Not really, but the thought does come to mind.]

[swordsandfans]

Trust me. Suki can take it. I didn't make up all that stuff about Kyoshi Warriors, you know.

[blessingone]

Still...well, if you insist.

[She balls up her fist inexpertly and, stretching out her legs, twists awkwardly from her sitting position to face him. As might be expected from this rather disadvantageous positioning and her not exactly impressive strength, it's not exactly the most terrifying punch that has ever been thrown. She doesn't hold back, certainly, closing her eyes, winding back, and swinging straight for his arm. There's just not a lot to hold back.]

[swordsandfans]

[Not about to let himself risk getting hurt, he catches the fist in the palm of his hand.]

Not bad! You're bold enough to actually throw one. That's a start.

[blessingone]

You're the one who asked for it. [She'll try yanking back her fist now.]

[swordsandfans]

[Fine, have your fist. He stands up now.] Okay, now do it for real this time.

[blessingone]

Do it for...Sokka, what are you doing? [She doesn't stand right away, but she probably will soon -- this is going to give her a crick in Shirley's neck.]

[swordsandfans]

Well, you can't put much force into a blow sitting down, can you? Now come on! [He offers a hand to help her up.]

[blessingone]

[She takes the hand, but she gives him a slightly incredulous look.] I'm not going to try to hurt you.