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 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.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say that... [rubs his temples. Oh, who is he kidding? He totally would.] But you're not going to accomplish anything by staying here.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Tired of me hogging your bed? [Damian even gets a half-smile with the joke.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[He'll take the half-smile as he glances over at Aang and returns it] Nah. I've experienced worse.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

What's worse than a mopey monk holding your pillow and bed prisoner?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

You don't want to know. [teasing~]

But come on. If you don't come out in a few minutes, I'm pretty sure some horrible monster'll climb from under my bed and eat you alive.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[He looks like he's considering it, but he whines instead.] Damiaaan, it's so comfortable here. Do I have to get up?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[completely deadpan:] No, but it'll be your funeral.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Try me. [He's pouting around the pillow.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Remember, you asked for this!

[Without warning, he jumps onto Aang and attempts to wrestle the pillow out of Aang's possession. Making his voice as deep and raspy as he can, he then tickles Aang's neck and stomach with his fingers:] I told you I was gonna eat you alive.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Despite being the Avatar, his tackle-evading reflexes are not good enough to save him. All he can do is squirm and laugh, desperately hanging onto the pillow with one hand in an attempt to not allow Damian that victory.]

Hey! That tickles! [Which is pretty obvious, but it's so unexpected that he can't think of much else to say.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Victory is his! Damian grins even more widely as he continues the onslaught of ~*terror*~] Too bad. The Tickle Monster never leaves his victims alive.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang beats at Damian's side lightly with the pillow, still laughing and grinning.] I'm not scared of you!

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, but you should be! [His voice breaks the moment he's hit with the pillow, but he can't help laughing anyways] I'm the slagging Robin, remember?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

And I'm the Avatar! [With that, Aang flips them over and starts to tickle Damian wherever he can reach to find what's effective. The last time he did this to someone was years ago, but it's not hard to relearn.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Avatar sch---[Pfffft, the giggling is contagious! Damian can't help hysterically laughing, even as he's reaching to fight back with all the strength he can muster.] Y-you're horrible!

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Even though he knows it's useless, he still squirms to avoid Damian's hands. He keeps tickling him relentlessly in revenge, smiling and laughing.] You started it!