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yukinoomoni) wrote2010-01-31 07:43 pm
yukinoomoni) wrote2010-01-31 07:43 pm
YES
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble(ish thing) of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
You can choose from Slayers, ATLA, Ouran, 12 Kingdoms, Scrapped Princess, or Shadow Raiders.
10/10
You can choose from Slayers, ATLA, Ouran, 12 Kingdoms, Scrapped Princess, or Shadow Raiders.
10/10
Aang and Sokka, dinner
Aang frowned, cupping his chin on his hand. “I don’t think I am,” he admitted, his breath coming out as a cloud in the cold South Pole air. It was chilly, but the fire in front of him was nice, so it wasn’t so bad. “I can pretty much eat anything. I’m not too picky.”
Sokka raised an eyebrow. “It’s funny you should mention that, because I can think of a good dozen things you would never eat.”
Aang frowned even more. “I think you’re wrong.”
Sokka grinned, accepting the challenge. “Alright, then,” he said slowly. “I’ll name ten dishes. If you like one, just one, then I’ll cook it for you. However, if you say no to all of them, you cook dinner.”
Aang nodded, politely failing to mention that Sokka had started with a dozen. “Wait, you can’t cheat,” he said as an afterthought. “No meat dishes, Sokka.”
Sokka looked away a little, proving Aang’s suspicions right. “Ah, of course not,” he said, mentally revising his list. “Okay! How about…stewed sea prunes?”
Aang sighed, rolling his eyes. “I knew you would bring that up. Fine. You got me. That one I hate. Next.”
“Ocean kumquats!”
Aang glared now. “Which is essentially the same thing!”
Sokka waved a hand at him, his smile cocky, now. “No, no, they’re not. Two different nations, my friend.”
Aang crossed his arms over his chest. “Ugh, fine.”
“Fireflakes.”
Aang shook his head. “No, that doesn’t count! I don’t eat those because they hurt not because I don’t like them!”
“Things you would never eat!” Sokka repeated which immense emphasis, and Aang glowered. “Fine, but that’s only three. You’re going to lose.”
“Boiled spinach, raisons, nuts – except cashews for some reason, fried rice, raw dough, red peppers, and green tea ice cream.”
Aang stared, his mouth open slightly, unable to say a word.
Sokka grinned. “Lived with you for over a year, buddy. I think I know. I would like stewed sea prunes for supper, please.”
The wave of snow that was bent at him only made him laugh.
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