( Shealtiel takes the note between his thumb and forefinger, listening to Azula’s words as realization sets in. Has it really… been a whole year? Did that really matter to Azula?
Turning to look at her, it seemed so. Shealtiel’s expression softens slightly, though it’s mixed with a sort of humor that’s meant to be teasing. )
I’ll have you know I haven’t flooded this treehouse even once.
( It was the shitty bathroom!! He swears!! But he takes the toolkit along with the note and sets it out of the way for now, trying to ignore the complicated way his emotions mix.
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Turning to look at her, it seemed so. Shealtiel’s expression softens slightly, though it’s mixed with a sort of humor that’s meant to be teasing. )
I’ll have you know I haven’t flooded this treehouse even once.
( It was the shitty bathroom!! He swears!! But he takes the toolkit along with the note and sets it out of the way for now, trying to ignore the complicated way his emotions mix.
There’s still always underlying fear. )
Has it been that long already?