( The... occasion? As Shealtiel takes the cake, his mind is filled with confused and anxious racing thoughts. What occasion? Did he forget something? What is he forgetting??
Then the box comes into view as Azula brushes past him, and he does a few double takes between her and the box before moving to set the cake down in his kitchen. )
I, uh— thanks? ( He's so confused, but he's trying to catch up. His place isn't sloppy, necessarily, but there are empty bottles near the couch, various books scattered around and his bed is wrinkled from recent use. )
What's with the box out there? You're just going to walk in without even mentioning it? ( Without even... asking?! He can't even be mad when it's Azula, though, and he can't say he really understands that reaction in himself, either. )
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Then the box comes into view as Azula brushes past him, and he does a few double takes between her and the box before moving to set the cake down in his kitchen. )
I, uh— thanks? ( He's so confused, but he's trying to catch up. His place isn't sloppy, necessarily, but there are empty bottles near the couch, various books scattered around and his bed is wrinkled from recent use. )
What's with the box out there? You're just going to walk in without even mentioning it? ( Without even... asking?! He can't even be mad when it's Azula, though, and he can't say he really understands that reaction in himself, either. )