fandomhighdorms | Second floor common room, Monday morning

Sokka woke up very slowly, and groggily. And painfully. Apparently some madman had drugged him and glued his head to the desk.

"YAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" He screamed and pulled as hard as he could, and thankfully most of the ripping that came next happened to the construction paper and glue -- and the finish of the desktop -- instead of to his skin and hair. MOST of it.

He used construction paper to mop up the blood from the bits of his cheek that were missing some skin, and grumbled to himself. Today was NOT a good day.

And he hadn't even realized yet that there was glitter glued into his hair.

[Open like a common room.]