[Sokka is half asleep. He's been sick. There's bags under his eyes and, uh, yeah... his nose is kinda running. But classes. There are classes around here. Aren't there? He turns a corner. Have they started y--
And this is Sokka face-planting into your chest.
And then simply giving up on life and falling over with a wail.]
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And this is Sokka face-planting into your chest.
And then simply giving up on life and falling over with a wail.]