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[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Cafeteria. Lunch hour. Monday.

Zuko's got his tray in front of him, seated off to the left of the line a few rows over. He's by himself of course, the rest of the seats available for anyone who so wishes to join 'Scarface' (as dubbed by Kiden).

Normally he's not in a chipper looking mood; it looks like today's no different. But hey ... when you have someone break into your dorm room and attempt to assassinate you in your sleeptry to leave death threats... oh and then your supposed best friend is depressed because you're dating the girl he wanted so bad...

Yeah.

Not the best past two or so weeks.]

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[watertides.livejournal.com]

[It had become somewhat of a... routine for them to eat lunch together, or at least whenever they spotted one another in the cafeteria. Really, this whole courtship thing shouldn't be so awkward, right? Nonetheless Katara finds her grip tightening on the edges of her tray as she maneuvers through the cafeteria until she finally reaches the table that Zuko's sitting at.]

Hi.

[That's all she says as she settled into the seat across from Zuko, though not before nabbing a french fry from his plate which she pops into her mouth. She has the right to do that now, doesn't she?]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Golden eyes drop to catch how her fingers snatch up one of his fries to eat. But he doesn't say anything even if he finds the behavior a little odd-- maybe he should start nabbing things off her tray at lunch too!]

...Hi.

[Zuko looks across to her, that odd little fluttering in his stomach every time he sees her appearing momentarily. He sees her every day almost, he still doesn't get why his stomach has to get a case of the butterflies...]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[She's already getting ready to dig into her sandwich, but right as she's about to bite into it her eyes lift to catch Zuko watching her. Feeling self conscious under his gaze, she lowers her sandwich a bit before giving him a quizzical look.]

Is there something on my face?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

N-no! Your uh- your face is fine..!

[Flailing a bit on the inside now... Zuko ducks into his meal and falls quiet, awkwardly. Really, her face was too pretty, how could there be anything wrong with it? The only thing on her face were the pair of clear blue eyes that he found to be just as pretty as the rest of her.]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Katara gives a shrug, and finally bites into her sandwich. Once it's finally chewed and swallow, she looks up at Zuko again.]

Did you hear the announcement about Aang being nominated? I think we should do something to help him campaign! It'd be really fun if he won the crown, don't you think?

[werepanther]

[Don't mind Tom sliding right beside Zuko. His lunch's relatively light - just a salad and a Coke - since he's got three solid hours of Boxing class after this, but he doesn't start eating immediately. Instead, he glances over at Zuko and folds his arms as he leans back in his seat.]

... Classes getting to you already?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

They aren't as bad as you think.

[The firebender shrugs a shoulder, poking at his food with his fork. It isn't like he's going to outright tell Tom about the ridiculous incident from earlier...]

[werepanther]

[So Tom'll have to pry to get something more. He can deal with that.]

Yeah? If classes aren't bugging ya, then something else is, right? Girls, maybe...?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Shoots him a small scowl.]

Katara and I are fine.

[So. That feels weird to say... Zuko is going to furrow his brows and hunker down in his chair and continue to poke at his food.]

[werepanther]

[A-ha! So he does have a girlfriend... Tom can't help grinning as he digs into his salad. He learned something positive, even if it was irrelevant to the conversation at hand.]

Then what's up? I'm pretty sure I hit the rest of the "normal" worry points, unless you care about Homecoming or something.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Man, food.

Jade's been here for two weeks and the food just doesn't get any less interesting. There's things that she'd never even dreamed of that were hers, and she tends to spend a ridiculous amount of time when she's got it just staring at the items.

But today she decides to make friends. Well, not really. She just needed a place to sit. Plopping herself down, she nods at the boy diagonal from her. ]

Sup?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[His gaze slides over to the stranger now seated at his table. He doesn't exactly recognize her but he catches himself staring and looks away. Having heard the term 'sup' enough times since he got here almost a year ago, Zuko gets what it means and shrugs.]

What does it look like?

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She looks up. ]

Well, there's the ceiling, for starters.

[ A JOKE. Hahaha yes how does one socialize? ]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

Uh... [Wait, did this person just do a funny?] Right, the ceiling...

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Anyway, name's Jade. What's yours?

[ Mmmmm, delicious food. She might skip around over her subjects a little crazily, but she means well. ]

[worthyheir]

[Damian trudges over to Zuko's table and sits at the opposite end of the table. The table was mostly free, and he didn't feel like sitting with a group of people.

The kid stares at his food for a moment or two before finally taking a disdainful bite. He hates this sludge they call food, but as there is no alternative he really doesn't have a choice. After a few bites Damian actually looks up and notices someone actually sitting there. He blatantly stares at Zuko's scar before muttering.] That's one hell of a burn scar.

[Sorry, Zuko. Tact isn't his strong suit.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko tenses at those words, sensing rather than anything else that the other male is openly staring at him. A scowl is shot in Damian's general direction, his tone hard and not exactly the friendliest.]

What's it to you?

[worthyheir]

[If Zuko's curt response ruffled him, he's not showing it.] It's simply an observation. Unless you have a secondary personality and a coin fetish, I really don't care.

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

Uh- coin fetish?

[worthyheir]

There's a freak back home who is obsessed with this coin and the number two. He has a burn scar too.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[Because Tim is still a growing teenager, he doesn't really care too much about what he's eating, as long as he gets to. And although Cissie told him to stay away from certain foods, well.

He's hungry. And it's lonely to sit by yourself, so Tim does what he does best; he observes, finding someone else by themselves, and then goes to sit with them.]

Hey, is it okay if I sit here? [Even as he sits across from him anyway.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko looks up from his meal as the other male seats himself without waiting for a response.]

...I guess it is.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I'm Tim. It's nice to meet you. [Offers with a smile.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko's not one to smile back (or smile ever...) but he does nod and not look so ANGRY.]

Zuko.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Have you been here long? [Takes a sip of his soda.]