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[ It was quiet. The weather was nice. Azula curled up beneath a tree with her books in the Quad, taking advantage of the lack of others to catch up with schoolwork. She felt like she lacked excitement-- she didn't yet have cause to ruin the Avatar and his friends lives and she didn't feel like killing Zuko just yet.

Zuko.

She sighed as she flipped a page in her textbook. She didn't like that they had managed to get to Zuko. He liked to pretend that he was still on her side but she knew better, of course. She had lost her brother. And while trying to convince Sokka she wasn't all that bad either was a nice plan, she doubted she could ever truly play her part correctly and murder Aang. Though she couldn't exactly say she didn't enjoy the company of the boomerang boy-- something that made her cringe and miss home even more.

Lack of excitement.

She glanced up from her book out at the silent courtyard and flopped back in the grass, holding her book up, lazily reading the text. ]

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[ Really? Did it just pick her over Sokka?

She reached down to pull the kitten back into her lap and awkwardly scratch it behind it's ear. ]

I thought I've been extremely well-behaved here, I haven't hurt anyone. You know I could if I wanted to. Clearly there is a part of me that doesn't have a desire to destroy everything in my path.

[ That was half-true, anyway.

And the kitten was still alive. So fifty points for her. ]

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[Sokka watched the kitten instead of having to look at Azula and picked at some of the grass under the tree.] Yeah, it's great to know you have a little restraint. With the way you were, yanno, trying to kill us all on sight for so long well I guess that's an improvement.

[It's the same conversation over and over and Sokka knows that it isn't going to help her at all, so he clears his throat and changes it, shifting his attention to her book.] What classes are you taking?

[Yeah. That probably sounded as awkward as it felt to ask.]

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[ She glanced over at her books before returning her attention to the kitten. ]

Besides the dance class and the History we're in, I have... Chemistry, Physics, Foreign Language, Criminal Justice, Bladed Weapons, Martial Arts, Psychology and International Relations... then usually whatever physical activity class I can squeeze into the day-- normally boxing and the rockwall climbing course again.

[ Should she ask him the same thing? She didn't really care to find out his answer nor did she care to be civil, though something tugged at her to pretend to want both of those things. Of course she wouldn't go through with it, and her hand scooped up the kitten so she could place him back in Sokka's lap. ]

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I guess you're probably failing International Relations, huh?

[Um, right. Tact. Sokka clears his throat and waggles his hands as the kitten is given back to him, safe and sound. That should count as goodness or something on her part, right? Yes?] I mean--I mean you're probably ace'ing the Martial Arts! With all the bending and stuff, um, it's uh--

You look very graceful when you do it!

[And cue Sokka's ears turning red. It's great and all to have Marco's 'How to Talk to Girls' rule list obviously now a reflex, but to use it on Azula??]

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The compliments to cover up an insult are hardly welcome, Sokka.

[ She wasn't going to deny that she didn't like the compliments, but she knew it was probably all just to get her not to kill him. Which was smart of him, but he wasn't as suave about it as he could be. Though the idea of Sokka being suave and smart made her laugh a bit inside. ]

Because let me assure you I can look very graceful snapping your neck if need be.

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[Sokka was terribly suave, thank you. He'd gotten Suki, hadn't he? And she was--in his humble opinion--the most super wonderful girl EVER, so there.

To Azula's reply, he just sighs. The desire to run in the other direction whenever he sees her has worn off after months in the Garden; it's probably a bad thing, like, a will-lead-to-his-death thing, but he just can't make the effort. Mr Stuffy Pants is lifted onto his shoulder, where the kitten clings, butting his head against Sokka's neck.] I'm really sure you could, Azula. At least to someone who could see any grace at all in death.

[He stands up, grabbing his backpack.]