He had finally had enough of two hours of fitful sleep a night and had taken the afternoon off to browse the nearby mattress store. (Zuko had just shown up on Uncle’s doorstep a few weeks ago, and the only extra bed in his cozy apartment was old and had springs poking out in all sorts of uncomfortable places.) It’s because he’d just moved in with Uncle, and there hadn’t exactly been much preparation for that. Everything had been happening so quickly since he woke up. Zuko opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes forward. “Anyway, can I help you find what you want?” It’s a recipe for something disastrously embarrassing coming out of his mouth. Sokka’s hands are ice cold, which is a nice contrast to Zuko’s own, but he also doesn’t particularly want to be holding hands with a cute stranger. Zuko gives him a thin-lipped smile and starts to subtly pull his hand away. ![]() “Because we’re the Wang Fire Mattress company!” “Get it?!” Sokka says, heaving for breath. Wang Fire!” He breaks into a wheezy, high pitched laugh at his own joke, his grip tightening around Zuko’s fingers. “It’s okay,” Sokka says, holding out a hand to help Zuko up, “I understand. Why does it have to be so cloud-like? It’s making Zuko look like a fool. ![]() “I’m sorry, I have no idea how that happened,” He rasps, pushing himself clumsily up off the soft mattress. Preemptive apologies seem to be the way to go. Yeah, the deep brown looks inviting, and Zuko is sure that if he ever got the chance to run his hands through it, he would melt.Ī quick glance over their shirt reveals a metal name tag that says “Sokka, he/him/his, Manager,” which isn’t good because Zuko will definitely be in trouble since the manager had to come to wake him up. But the ponytail.he thinks it would be soft. Their hair is pulled up in a ponytail, but the sides are short, and it looks like they’d be spiky to the touch. #AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER BOOK 3 WANG FIRE SKIN#They have warm, medium brown skin and shining brown eyes that remind Zuko a bit of looking at the sand at the bottom of a clear blue river. Zuko’s brain is still playing catch-up, so he spends a few moments studying this (very attractive) person. Slowly, he processes that a person is leaning over him. Chilling, fluorescent light floods his eyes, and for a moment, he’s fully blind. Zuko jerks his eyes open from the dream because his sister definitely hadn’t said that. “Heeeeeyyy,” Azula said, poking his back, “You need to get up! We really aren’t supposed to let customers sleep on the merchandise.” Zuko just grumbled and rolled away from her, pretending to ignore her insistent look. She looked over at Zuko and said, “Come on, get up!” Azula had giggled and rolled over, spreading her arms and legs out like a starfish. “Mphh mmfsh,” Zuko had said because his face was pushed into his pillow, and lemon-scented fabric was partially stuffed in his mouth. “Zuzu!” Azula had whispered in his ear, “It’s time!” Who knew what little sisters were capable of). One moment, Zuko’s back had been blissfully light and the next, a heavy weight smooshed him firmly down into his bed (Possibly breaking his back. He had inhaled the comforting scent of his silk pillowcase, with a ray of sun kissing his head when suddenly a pitter-patter of feet across his bedroom floor turned into a wild shriek. (The new chef had been practicing for the coming holidays, and for weeks there had been mediocre chile buns just being tossed into the garbage like there was an infinite supply of the delicious dessert just growing on trees!) He’d stayed up late the night before, listening to Azula planning the Liberate the Chile Buns Heist. In this particular dream-memory, Zuko had been sleeping in for once. ![]() When Zuko was seven years old -and Azula was five- they had been as thick as thieves together. One of his favorite memories is tied to this scent, actually. ![]() It reminds Zuko of the fabric softener used on his family’s linens when he was a kid. He grumbles and snuggles his face deeper into his cloud-like pillow. Zuko wakes up to the most annoying customer service voice he’s ever heard. This man is just asleep! In fact, isn’t it amazing that he’s sleeping through all this commotion right now? Just goes to show you that Wang Fire mattresses are some of the best! We get this kind of thing at least 10 times a day, you know.” “As you can see, folks, there's nothing to worry about here.
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