Lupus Campfire, Thursday afternoon

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Well, aside from the name, there's really not much of a similarity," Sokka pointed out. "For one thing, he's not NEARLY as cute."

Two of the hamsters were still jazz-hands-ing with Momo Jr., but the third was holding its beret in one hand and a stick in the other, and was trying to engage Poe in a call-and-response tap dance.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Poe wasn't having any of that. He blinked slowly. Nothing should be that perky. Nothing!

Mac snickered, "Should hope not."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at Poe for a moment. "I think your rodent's defective."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac frowned and went to collect him up. "He's old, not defective," she said defensively.

Poe didn't really have much to add other than a baleful look. It was probably good he didn't understand. Although, he probably couldn't get much more emo.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Old and non-dancing," Sokka replied. "And he looks sad. Is he sad? Does he need more food?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"I feed him!" Mac examined a rather resistant Poe. "He looks fine. This is how he's always looked, even before he was mine."

Well, it was true. He'd barely changed in the last year as far as she could tell.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged. "He's just a grumpybutt, then."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"And yours is weird," Mac countered eying the dancing creatures. "I think that makes us about equal."