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[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[As he's in the running for Homecoming Prince and Damian told him to start campaigning, Aang is standing in the middle of the quad with a box of fresh-baked cookies. He's introducing himself to everyone who gets close enough and anyone with the patience to hear him out gets a cookie and his undying gratitude.]

Hey there! As you may or may not know, I was nominated for Homecoming Prince...

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[brightens]

[ Oh, a cookie and a kid with an arrow... He's talking... OH!! ]

You are?! [ Then that means..!! ]

Ah, which one are you? I'm Vanille! I'm ah— running for Princess!

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[No point in lying. Rikku wants a cookie, so she heads over to the cute bald kid for a cookie]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

So...who were you thinking of voting for? [Sorry, she'll have to actually converse with him before she gets anything. It took him and Damian a while to make these cookies.]

I feel I should warn you that if I app Toph, you and the others are getting blamed

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Oh, I dunno, I only got here a few days ago.

[She can work with this!]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you! I'm Aang. [He smiles at her.] How's your campaign?

asdjhgd DO IIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Well...if you promise to vote for Aang you can have one of these cookies? [Hopefully this is a good bribe. He's kind of bad at this, so he offers her a grin.]

haven't been here a week yet and I'm already getting enabled XD shgdfklgj

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Rikku grins back]

Are they really good cookies?

pfft, that's practically how we welcome people here

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Um...I helped make them, so I hope so. [They seemed okay during the taste-test though.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Runs into the Quad with another two batches of cookies! Damian's even got his little apron on, though he does look slightly more frazzled as he hands the boxes over. Between living in the infirmary and baking god-knows-how-many cookies, his life's been nothing short of stressful.]

How's it going?

lovely XD

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Hmm...okay, I guess I can promise that! Aang, right?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Hey, Damian. Thanks. [He takes the additional cookies gratefully.] The cookies really seem to be working.

[Then he looks him over, apron and all.] Are you okay?

welcome, though \o\

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

That's me! [With that, he holds the box out to her so she can take one.]

hee ty ty

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Score, cookies! Rikku takes one and starts nomming]

Ooh, these're good!

[redcinemareel]

Hmm? [Looks at the boy with an arrow on his head. Is that some sort of new trend? Ugly.

Oh, this boy is the other candidate? Grell's gears are turning. Time to put her plans into action.]

Oh, are you~?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. [He doesn't look like it, thanks to the bags under his eyes, but he'll manage.] The last batch's in the oven, so we're good to go.

yw \o\

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Gee, thanks. They're pretty much my only bargaining chip.

[worthyheir]

[The nearest person to Aang happens to be a bruised deadringer for his campaign manager with a little white kitten sticking its head out of the boy's hood.

Oh, hey, he remembers you. The crazy kid with the arrow on his head who called him amnesiac.]

You're the second person to accost me about this Homecoming thing. What is it, anyway?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? [He knows Damian's been having a hard time with Hassan in the hospital, not to mention helping him out.] I really appreciate this, you know.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'd rather finish your cookies than spend another hour doing homework. [manages a small smile as he leans in to squeeze Aang's hand.] So don't feel so guilty.

All's fair in politics and war.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Um, yes, ma'am. [Aang has only run into Grell a couple times during his time at the Garden, but each time, he's felt the need to stand up straight and look his best. Like now.] I'd appreciate it if you could vote for me, please? [He offers a nervous smile.]

[redcinemareel]

[Smart kid.

She peers at his cookies and smile. Hmph. Nothing special about him except a high dose of awkward cadet.]

And why should I?

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Really? Why?

[fierybluebird]

You've got my vote, eh.

Who's your running mate anyway?

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

What's homecoming?

[ She pays so much attention. But those cookies. They're worth it. ]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang smiles back.] Okay. But if you need anything, just let me know.

If you say so. [He doesn't entirely agree, but talking politics with Damian makes his head hurt, Avatar or not.]