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Fifth floor common room, late morning onward

Sokka settled himself in on the couch to watch TV and ~~fondle his chinchilla~~ ~~play with his rodent~~ ~~touch the bundle of fur in his lap~~ cuddle Momo Jr. NOT DIRTY I SWEAR.

He had set out a 10-lb. block of slightly salty Krackel with a knife stuck into it, and assorted paper plates and napkins. Now, of course, the only barrier to his enjoyment was the suckiness of daytime TV. He flipped through the channels, looking for something with enough explosions to satisfy him.

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Annette snuck up behind him, cause she's sneaky like that. "Heyyyy, Sokka! Whatchadoing? Oooh, furball!" She reached down to pet it.

"A whole lotta nothing," Sokka answered, trying not to let on how nervous he was at the female hand so close to his lap.

Momo Jr., of course, was loving the attention.

"Sit down, relax, have some chocolate," Sokka added.

"OOH!" After much channel surfing, the TV was now showing one man beating the crap out of another. Sokka smiled and put the remote down.

Smiling, she moved around the sofa and sat down next to him. Annette continued to rub his chinchilla.

"Chocolate?" Like she just now noticed it. "That's a lot of chocolate, Sokka. I've never seen so much chocolate in a...block style setting before."

The TV captured her attention and she slouched a little, watching the action. "Men."

"This huge candy bar just washed up onshore during the flood," Sokka explained excitedly. "I've got a lot more in my room. It's a bit salty, but still good."

He ignored her comment about the TV. He knew good television when he saw it.

Oh. Annette didn't want any chocolate then. It could have belonged to that fishythingymanperson. And he could have spit on it or something.

"Let me guess, their fighting over a girl?" She said drolly, kicking her feet up on the table.

"Dunno," Sokka replied. "Haven't seen this one before."

He got up to get some chocolate for himself, leaving Momo Jr. curled up in the warm spot on the couch.

"Probably not, though," he said, as he stabbed at the chocolate with the knife. "Probably revenge or something. If it was a girl, she'd be there with them."

"Unless one of them killed her and buried her alive and the other one is trying to figure out where and stuff. Threatening and beating this other guy up to get the info. Unless...he's got the wrong guy. Then that's just mean."

Annette reached over and picked up Momo Jr., settling him into her lap. ~~Please, can she? ;)~~

Sokka blinked at her. "I don't think so..." he began, and then stuffed some chocolate in his mouth. "It'fh awefhome, though," he said, and shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure the guy without a shirt is the good guy," he added, as he sat back down, chocolate in hand.

Annette frowned, "I guess you couldn't kill and then bury someone alive, could you? Unless they were twins. Hmm."

She looked at Sokka. "How good is it? That chocolate?"

Sokka looked at her. "It's chocolate," he said, as if that explained everything.

And he glared at Momo Jr., who seemed to have fallen asleep in her lap.

"...yeah, but, you pulled it from the sea. What if...something spit on it?"

Annette was lazily petting Momo Jr.

"Fish don't spit," Sokka countered.

"Fishmen might. You ever seen a fishmanthingy, Sokka? Not pretty. Not pretty at all. Catfish spit. I'm sure of it."

"I've killed fishmanthingies," Sokka declared proudly.

He looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "If you're really worried about fish spit, then don't eat the chocolate. It's good, though."

She was impressed. "How?"

And that eyebrow raise might have been a challenge. Setting Momo Jr back in his lap, she leaned forward and cut herself off a piece of chocolate and put it on a napkin, then sat back.

She took a little nibble off the corner.

"Wow that's a lot of chocolate."

Evie came in after Fairy Tales, worrying about her grade, and squealed when she saw Sokka and his chincilla. "Momo!"

Sokka certainly didn't bounce out of his seat when Evie came in. That would be undignified. ... yeah, right. No, he didn't bounce out of his seat because Momo Jr. gave a squeak of protest and Sokka caught himself before the chinchilla could fall on the floor.

"EVIE!" he exclaimed. "Hi! How's..." he groped for something, anything, to ask her about. "...stuff?" he finished, lamely.

"Yes. Yes, it is," Sokka preened. "And there's a lot more back in my room, too. Have some -- it's good!"

"'How'?" Sokka repeated. "Ha, it was nothing. Just hit 'em real hard with something sharp and they go down easy." He rolled his neck and shoulders and stretched his arms a bit. "Yep. I'm a evil-fish-thing-killing machine."

"Stuff is good!" Evie reached out to pat Momo Jr. on the head, cooing to him. "I had a lovely time in New York City this weekend. How have you been? I heard your sister was back!"

No, she didn't sit down on the couch with a bounce. Much.

"My manfish was super big. Huge even. But he was chicken of me. Wouldn't get close enough to me for me to do any damage. He just threw things at me cause he was such a chicken."

"Yeah, Katara's back safe and sound, and everything is good again and I scored a MONSTER piece of chocolate after the flood. What's New York City like?"

"Well, I saved Fandom from an army of them 200 years ago."

No, Sokka hasn't really noticed that doesn't make any sense.

"Thanks man." Billy took some of the chocolate and settled down to enjoy it before class. "Have we actually met before?"

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