He piles the two in his arms into Katara's hands with Boots and then tries to dislodge the guy on his shoulder, to which he gets claws in skin and a highly affront mewl. Tug, mewl. Tug, mewl.] Fine. Stay there, mister stuffy britches. [Because, yeah. He doesn't really care. And the notcatbird hunkers down and starts purring its head off, which, honestly, Sokka's never asking it to move again.]
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Er. In the nicest way possible, of course.
He piles the two in his arms into Katara's hands with Boots and then tries to dislodge the guy on his shoulder, to which he gets claws in skin and a highly affront mewl. Tug, mewl. Tug, mewl.] Fine. Stay there, mister stuffy britches. [Because, yeah. He doesn't really care. And the notcatbird hunkers down and starts purring its head off, which, honestly, Sokka's never asking it to move again.]