( Much like the first time they had met, Shealtiel had been in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Unlike the first time they met, however, there was no flooding, no vomiting (somehow), and a little more preening. His wings had to be taken care of, no matter how much he hated one side of them, and though he still had the urge to vomit over the sight of them, the lemon candy in his mouth was doing well to hold that back.
The knocks at the door surprises him, and he jumps a little, turning over his shoulder to look towards the front of the tree house. Someone... visiting? He's not sure that anyone knew where he lived, except for...
...
Hurriedly, he pulls on a shirt (backwards, but it's simple and black and how was he supposed to know?), and then hesitates only a moment before opening the door. The wait was a little longer than normal.
It is Azula, and he immediately feels nervous, or tense. She's been ignoring him pretty blatantly, after all... So why is she here? Past incidents make him assume the worst, but he has to push that aside. He talks around his candy. )
Hi. ( Ah. Oof. He'd wanted that to come out a little smoother. ) I mean, uh, what...'s up?
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The knocks at the door surprises him, and he jumps a little, turning over his shoulder to look towards the front of the tree house. Someone... visiting? He's not sure that anyone knew where he lived, except for...
...
Hurriedly, he pulls on a shirt (backwards, but it's simple and black and how was he supposed to know?), and then hesitates only a moment before opening the door. The wait was a little longer than normal.
It is Azula, and he immediately feels nervous, or tense. She's been ignoring him pretty blatantly, after all... So why is she here? Past incidents make him assume the worst, but he has to push that aside. He talks around his candy. )
Hi. ( Ah. Oof. He'd wanted that to come out a little smoother. ) I mean, uh, what...'s up?