[Slicking back his hair to get it out of his face, Zuko closes his eyes and stands directly under the spray, head tilted back to enjoy it against his face. He moves around just a bit, turning to put his back to the spray after a good five minutes and reaches up to massage his shoulder, fingers pressing in against the knot he can feel.
For Zuko. This is the life. Or at least is better than how he and Uncle Iroh were living in Ba Sing Se. Of course they helped with the tea shop and had their own quarters for sleeping. A place to call 'home', no matter how temporarily. But to be able to bathe daily again ... it was heaven.
And a blissful one at that, especially without the nuisance he called the Avatar.
Twisting under the spray he reached for the soap and unwrapped the fresh package. He rolled it around in his palms for a moment, lathering them up, and the fresh scent of tea tree broke through the air. It reminded him of home. And Ba Sing Se. And something else he couldn't quit put his thumb on, but what did that matter?
It didn't, not as he brought the soap to his bicep and began to scrub. Only to have the soap slip out of his grasp and hit the fogged window separating him and the other occupant.]
Damnit.
[Zuko crouches to retrieve it and straightens to resume the scrubbing.]
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For Zuko. This is the life. Or at least is better than how he and Uncle Iroh were living in Ba Sing Se. Of course they helped with the tea shop and had their own quarters for sleeping. A place to call 'home', no matter how temporarily. But to be able to bathe daily again ... it was heaven.
And a blissful one at that, especially without the nuisance he called the Avatar.
Twisting under the spray he reached for the soap and unwrapped the fresh package. He rolled it around in his palms for a moment, lathering them up, and the fresh scent of tea tree broke through the air. It reminded him of home. And Ba Sing Se. And something else he couldn't quit put his thumb on, but what did that matter?
It didn't, not as he brought the soap to his bicep and began to scrub. Only to have the soap slip out of his grasp and hit the fogged window separating him and the other occupant.]
Damnit.
[Zuko crouches to retrieve it and straightens to resume the scrubbing.]