"Oh, amazing!" Ty Lee is all but sparkling as she comes out of her combat roll. "It’s so nice to find someone to play properly with."
"Yes." The tiny blond kid is sparkling, Mai is sure of it, it’s like he’s got his own damn light display as well as a six-foot bodyguard. Not that he needs one; he’s holding his own against Ty Lee, and most people twice his size have trouble with that.
Mai clutches her longbow closer to her side and wishes that the archery event was over so they could leave; she is not impressed with this school. Bad enough that her boyfriend was immediately accosted and almost kidnapped by an obnoxiously handsome French-accented freak yammering something about 'broody types' and 'sure to be a hit' – now Ty Lee has found someone almost as good as using cuteness as a weapon as she is. Fantastic.
Mai sits on the edge of a fountain and trails her hand through the water; the school is a madhouse, yes, but it’s also enormous. (Azula’s eyes widened and then narrowed when it first came into view. Mai isn’t sure if she’s considering buying the place or burning it to the ground.)
"At least I don’t have to wear a hideous yellow dress," she says aloud.
"Well, neither do I," a mild voice says. "It’s all a matter of the assumptions people make." Mai looks up: on the other side of the fountain stands the quiet boy who rescued Zuko by calmly hauling his hyperactive blond assailant away.
Mai opens her mouth – looks closer – and almost smiles, but not quite.
uh...high school AUs ftw?
"Yes." The tiny blond kid is sparkling, Mai is sure of it, it’s like he’s got his own damn light display as well as a six-foot bodyguard. Not that he needs one; he’s holding his own against Ty Lee, and most people twice his size have trouble with that.
Mai clutches her longbow closer to her side and wishes that the archery event was over so they could leave; she is not impressed with this school. Bad enough that her boyfriend was immediately accosted and almost kidnapped by an obnoxiously handsome French-accented freak yammering something about 'broody types' and 'sure to be a hit' – now Ty Lee has found someone almost as good as using cuteness as a weapon as she is. Fantastic.
Mai sits on the edge of a fountain and trails her hand through the water; the school is a madhouse, yes, but it’s also enormous. (Azula’s eyes widened and then narrowed when it first came into view. Mai isn’t sure if she’s considering buying the place or burning it to the ground.)
"At least I don’t have to wear a hideous yellow dress," she says aloud.
"Well, neither do I," a mild voice says. "It’s all a matter of the assumptions people make." Mai looks up: on the other side of the fountain stands the quiet boy who rescued Zuko by calmly hauling his hyperactive blond assailant away.
Mai opens her mouth – looks closer – and almost smiles, but not quite.