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1st straw. [action, open all the way.]

[ He's new still, but you may have seen him. He did have a punishment round on his very second day, after all. Though Jet laid out of the first few days of his classes, citing his concussion as his excuse, he's attended at least a few of them, and he just has one of those faces. Very tanned and boy-next-door, not unpleasant and not one-in-a-million. You may have seen him. ]

[ And you may see him now, as he's scouring the girls' dormitory looking at the name placards beside each door, laboriously trying to read the "sounds" written there. He's not yet to the second floor but is making his way toward the stairwell, deep in concentration.

It doesn't for a moment occur to him that only girls are supposed to be in the girls' dorms. ]

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You have a problem with the Fire Nation?

[ It was better for her to ignore the other comments. Starting a fight in this place wouldn't be wise, especially with all these people able to watch her throw the first punch. ]

I couldn't imagine why.

Plain and slow-witted.

[ Jet clucks his tongue and crosses his arms across his chest. ]

Your mother blame herself for that? Had a few too many while you were in the womb, I guess.

[ For a moment, a tiny, tiny moment, someone could have noticed the look of shock on Azula's face as Jet spoke. Her fingers curled into fists. She didn't even bother responding to him. If the Garden was one student short, they'd just have an extra room. She knew she'd get into some trouble, but erasing one person from this world so they didn't return to her own was worth it. Nobody would miss him, they just arrived.

Lightning sparked in her fingers and she quickly moved forward, her fist moving to connect with his face. ]

[ There are things Jet's learned, having been orphaned and left on his own in the wild to grow up nearly feral.
At the top of this list of things is how to run away.

Without even time to shout, he throws himself backward, avoiding the sparking fist by scant hairsbreadths, landing in a backwards crab-crawl. He doesn't catch his breath but immediately rolls for the nearest source of cover: the corner around which the stairwell lies. ]

I don't know what Zuko allows you to get away with, but talking to me in that manner will only get you killed.

[ She walked over to him casually, already settled down from her little unacceptable outburst. Azula sighed when she looked down at him, hands ready to strike again just in case he decided to come at her. ]

You would be dead right now if I thought you were any sort of threat.

[ He's no bender, and won't ever be. But it's this specific moment, where Jet once again finds himself unarmed in accordance with the rules yet faced with an opponent who needs never be without a weapon, that he makes a promise to himself. He'll learn the magic of this world, become strong enough to fight back against the fire nation for real, pile the bodies so high they'll spill over Ba Sing Se's great wall. And he'll start that pile with this one. ]

[ For now, however, he can only glare up at the girl and let his bravado salvage what's left of his pride. ]

Hey, sweetheart, did you know there's something kinda green stuck in your teeth?

[ She laughed at his attempt to frazzle her. These silly comments about her clothes, about her being plain would probably work on other girls-- but to her they were just annoying. Besides, she already checked her teeth. They were fine. ]

Do those kind of comments upset the girls you talk to? I'm afraid you will have to come up with something better to get to me.

[ Of course, he already has found something. A sensitive spot on both the siblings, sick and soft and rotting in like a bruise on a peach. Mentioning their mother sets them both off without fail. ]

Tell me something.

[ She wanted to coax him out of this corner, and the only way she could think of was to use fire. Of course, that would mean damaging the area surrounding them, which she didn't really want to do. Ah, well, maybe she'd just have to throw another punch and he'd roll out of the way and back into the hallway. ]

What is it that you possibly would want to know?

It's been bothering me since I first saw you.

[ He's shifting around, getting into a better position. ]

It's impossible to tell because of the armor...

[ Steady now, steady-- ]

On a scale of plumango to pumpkinmelon, how big would you say your breasts are?

[ Seriously? Azula took a step back in confusion. She didn't know whether to be flattered or offended that he was even pondering such a thing. Questions like these were what she had Ty Lee for, who unfortunately would not be able to help her in this situation. Certain it was something to be offended by, since she doubted he really showed any interest in her in that way-- well... no. ]

You--

What?

[ Her moment of complete befuddlement is the distraction he's looking for. He springs up from his corner cover and makes a run for it, deciding to ditch the girls' dormitory for now. ]

[ And now he was going to abandon her, just like that? At least she knew it was simply a distraction and not any genuine interest. She was almost tempted to chase him out, maybe to see how much skill he actually possessed. If she didn't use her bending, who knows, maybe he'd be a useful sparring partner.

She'd let him go for now. Azula headed up the stairs to her dorm, certain she'd end up bumping into him again. Maybe not so accidentally. ]

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