case 10 | action, dorms (closed to Aang and Hope)

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Damian can tolerate a lot when it comes to his best friend. He can tolerate Aang's strange euphemisms (seriously, monkey feathers isn't impolite!), he can tolerate Aang's too-cheerful attitude, and most importantly, he can tolerate Aang's "no killing. EVER" policy towards just about everything they encountered in the Training Center.

But what he can't tolerate? Is an incredibly mopey Aang that hasn't bothered to leave his bedroom. Even the Instructors' houseplants had more energy than this! With a sigh, Damian throws a pillow in Aang's general direction and waves a finger accusingly:]

For the last time, stop moping around! The only thing you're going to lose in here is your sanity... and quite possibly mine too.

[SIGH.] You zift! Seize the slagging day already!

[Although he doesn't suspect it, Damian feels like he's talking to a brick wall.]

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[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang doesn't even bother to dodge to pillow, fully accepting the thwump to the face he receives. He just sighs and rolls over, taking the pillow with him.]

What's there to seize about it? I don't want to go to class.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Y'Allah, this had to be karma for something. Damian's not sure what, but something.]

If you don't go to class, then you don't pass the exam and then you'll be stuck here FOREVER. Do you really want that?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

I'm not old enough to graduate anyway! I'm just a kid and no amount of studying is going to change that.

[Okay, so he's kind of bitter. He groans and covers his face with the pillow again, regretting lashing out at Damian.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Okay, flopping down on the bed right beside Aang. Day can't resist raising a hand towards the ceiling, as if he's tracing patterns in the air.]

And what's wrong with being a kid? It's like, the best part of our lives.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang watches Damian's hand skeptically from above the top of the pillow as he speaks.]

Katara and Zuko aren't kids. They can graduate and go on missions and get married and we'll still be stuck in school.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raise] Not in my world. Everyone's in school 'til they're eighteen... and people don't get married 'til they're twenty-five. Sounds like you're just exaggerating since it's almost the same here.

... Except for the graduating part.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Twenty-five? Are you sure you're not the one who's exaggerating?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Nope. People get married later and later. It's apparently "a global crisis."

[Why, Damian has absolutely no idea.]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Is that happening here, too? [He's peeking over the top of the pillow at him.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] I have absolutely no idea.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Dramatic sigh.] It doesn't matter anyway.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[facepalming so hard] Aang. Are you even listening to a word you're saying?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

No. [He snaps moodily before sighing again.]

Sorry. I'm so stupid.

ETERNALLY LATE TO THE PARTY. But is gonna toss it up anyway I'll delete if you like :3

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Hope walks in with a box. Yup. It's a box shaped box. And ontop of this box are three take-away hot-drink cups with the lids on, a chocolatey smelling steam rising from them. He knocks on Damian's door.]

I.... brought back some food. Considering Aang hasn't left for a few days. If... you guys don't want it... I guess I'm storing food for the winter.

[He removes the cups from the top of the box and opens it. There are various sandwiches and little cakes in it, putting it on the table in the shared room.]

YOU'RE NEVER EVER LATE. <3 PROMISE.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[He has the best roommate ever. Even if he'll never admit it to Hope's face. Flinging the door open, Damian sighs before giving Hope a slightly frustrated look.]

I'm sure he'll eat it in a few. Or I'll force it down his throat. Whichever works.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Even with promises of delicious food, Aang refuses to move. Instead, he calls out from his place on Damian's bed.]

Is that hot chocolate I smell?

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Hope called out with an audible smile.]

I kinda figured hot chocolate would help. I even brought cream if you want to whip it.

[But he makes no move to take it into Aang. If Aang wants it, he has to at least come out into the joint room.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Heh. Damian can't help laughing as he stands over by the counter and inspects all the food.] You really thought of everything.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[The idea of moving isn't too appealing right now, but...hot chocolate. Aang can't resist. He makes his way slowly to the counter and slouches against it.]

Thanks. You really didn't have to bring anything.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

I know I didn't have too. But...

[Hope looks directly at you Aang.]

We all have rough patches. If we don't help each other out... we're never going to get anywhere.

[He smiles warmly.]

And hot chocolate always cheers me up.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Again, best roommate ever. Damian's also grinning as he nods in agreement. Resting his elbows on the counter, he goes ahead and puts plates in front of them.]

Plus it smells really good too! ... Thanks.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Yeah, thanks. [He's not entirely sure what to say to that, so he just smiles as best he can at Hope.]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Hope just nods and smiles at the both of them and takes his own hot chocolate and puts his sandwich on a plate. He moves to his desk and puts them down sitting on his chair and facing the group.]

So... what're you guys doing tonight?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Glances at Aang as he pours his own hot chocolate and takes a sip. Mmm, it's really good, even without marshmallows!]

Uhh... no idea. I didn't plan anything.

[Nothing beyond patrols, anyways, but he could always slack off on those.]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang shrugs and tastes his drink as well. He hadn't really been in a planning mood lately, content to just sulk in Damian's room.] Me neither.