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Dude Looks Like a Lady	By : Kigen Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 10287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dude Looks Like a Lady

Chapter 2

By: Kigen and Usagi Youkai

Me and Usagi Youkai started a Zukka roleplay; a long one that revolved around Zukka, Sokka and him looking girly in a dress. And well, this was the result. The uncensored version will be put on adult fanfiction . net, under the name chu-leh. The censored verison’s still pretty graphic though. Now is the beginning of the day of the bet.

Each chapter will have who played who at the top.

I was Sokka, Smellerbee, Haru and Aunt Wu.

Usagi Youkai was Zuko, Jet, and Ty Lee.

Read and review please!

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Zuko walked over to Sokka's house, wondering how well Katara fixed him up. He knocked on the door.

Sokka groaned as he opened the door. “Morning Jerk.” he was wearing the same clothes from yesterday, with a touch of blush and deep pink lip gloss with mascara.

Zuko blinked, realizing he wouldn't have recognized Sokka if he didn't know what was going on. He stared at Sokka for a moment. “Whoa...”

Sokka turned bright red. “Eyes back in your head pervert!” he threw his purse, a white beaded bag borrowed from Katara; at Zuko. “Let's get this day over with.”

Zuko ducked the bag, grinning, and ducked down and lifted Sokka's skirt, seeing the underwear. “I really didn't think you were going to wear them.”

Sokka kicked his leg at Zuko, who dodged. “You perver! You just looked up my skirt! My SKIRT! Sicko.”

Zuko shrugged, pointing at Sokka's chest. “Those even look real.”

“You don't even want to know how hard it was to get these. And Katara kept trying to make them C cups, but those were too big and looked stupid.”

Zuko grinned. “They look good on you.”

“Grope them and the bet's off.”

“Fine, fine.” Stepping beside Sokka, Zuko wrapped his arm around Sokka's waist, leading him towards school. “And remember, no telling anyone that you are yourself, and no hinting.”

“Katara made me practice a girly voice too. Doesn't matter though. One look at my face and they'll all know it's me.” Sokka puffed out chest all manly like, not realizing the effect was ruined with the breasts.

“Right, you keep telling yourself that.” Zuko replied sarcastically.

“I won't have to, everyone else will be telling me that, hunnybun.”

Zuko scoffed. “Hunnybun?”

Sokka started to talk in his girly voice, still sounding kinda like him, and a bit boyish, but easily passing as feminine. “Well, I'm going to be your girlfriend, right hunnybun? I might as well act the part and give you a slight ray of hope.”

Zuko’s eyebrow twitched. “Don't call me that.”

“Then what else? Sugar bear? Sweet cheeks? Baby?” Sokka continued in his Shoko voice.

Zuko resisted the urge to smack Sokka, but not wanting to mess up any makeup or anything. He just fumed as he walked. He didn't like pet names.

Sokka was starting to fully enjoying the Zuko torture. “Aww... Did I make my Zuzu mad?” he cooed teasingly as he trailed a finger down Zuko's cheek.

Zuko hissed, angrily, almost deadly. “Do NOT call me that.”

“You wouldn't hurt your girlfriend, would you?” fake tears appeared in Sokka’s eyes.

Zuko huffed angrily. “Only because you look so much like a girl.”

“Says you Zuzu.” Sokka stuck his tongue out.

Zuko threw Sokka a glare, though smirking. “Don't stick that out unless you intend to use it.”

“Pervert.” Sokka pouted.

Zuko smirked again, seeing school in view.

“This won't last long. You have homeroom with Jet, right? He'll know it's me right away. Now stop smirking and give me my purse.”

Zuko gave Sokka back his purse. “We'll see. He's probably hanging out in the back before class. Lets test that theory.”

“Fine. Let's go.”Sokka marched ahead confidently.

Zuko followed him, smirking.

Sokka went back to his girl voice. “There he is. Get ready to be my slave for the day.” he grabbed Zuko's arm and pulled him over to Jet.

Zuko rolled his eyes, waving to Jet. “Hey ”

Jet looked up from his gang and gives a half wave back. “Hey.” Seeing Sokka, he raised an eyebrow. “And who's the fox you got today, Zuko?”

“Ignore him.” Smellerbee said. “He doesn't know how to talk to ladies. Who're you?”

Zuko smirked, pulling Sokka close to him. “This is Shoko. She's visiting from out of town. I thought I'd show her around.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sokka managed out, trying his hardest not to start screaming that he's Sokka and not a girl.

Jet grinned, walking around, and gave a low whistle. “You sure know how to pick them.”

“Grope me and die.” Sokka glared evilly, and stepped a bit closer to Zuko. He knew Jet's romantic history better than most; since Jet usually had to tell him about his every conquest.

“She's feisty, I like her.” Jet smirked at Zuko. “You lucky dog.”

“You know it.”

“Stop hitting on her Jet. She's taken. I'm Smellerbee and this is Longshot.” the sole true female gestured to the guy standing silently next to her. “Nice to meet you.”

Sokka nodded, watching Jet warily as he came a bit too close for his comfort.

Jet stepped back, knowing better than to bother with Zuko's things. “Fine.”

“Let's go Zuko. Wouldn't want to be late for home room, would we?” Sokka spun quickly around, not realizing spinning so fast makes his skirt lift a little high.

Jet whistled. “Nice.”

Sokka spun around again. “Pervert!” He went forward to bash Jet's head in with his purse.

Jet grabbed Sokka's wrist before he can hit him. “Strong and pretty. Call me if you decide to dump Zuko.”

Sokka looked ready to explode. “Go rot in hell.” he turned, slower this time, grabbing Zuko by the arm and started to drag him away. “Come on Zuko.”

Zuko chuckled, waiting until they're out of hearing range of Jet. “They were pretty convinced.”

“Longshot could totally tell I'm a girl. And Jet'll hit on anything in a skirt, regardless of what's underneath.”

“Longshot didn't give you a second look. Jet doesn't call guys girls, and Smellerbee IS a girl. None of them could tell the difference.”

“He never called me a girl. He called me a she and a her, but not a girl. He's just playing along.” Sokka was in denial but didn't realize it yet.

“Alright, we'll test again. Who do you think will recognize you on sight, but wouldn't go along with any thing I said to them?”

“Hmmm...” Sokka thought really hard for a moment. “Let's find Haru. He doesn't speak to you really, so he won't play along for your sick, twisted pleasure.”

“Alright, where would he be?”

“He should be at his locker about now. It's one hallway over from yours. Let's go.” Sokka spotted him. “There he is, let's go.”

Zuko followed Sokka to the earthbender.

Haru was putting his books in his locker. He looked up when he noticed people standing in front of him. “Um... morning Zuko. I haven't seen Sokka this morning.” After all, finding out where Sokka was, was usually the only time Zuko sought him out. after all, he and Sokka were in the same class, one year under Zuko. “I'll tell him you were looking for him when I see him.”

Zuko nodded to him. “Thanks. I've been showing Shoko around.” He gestured to Sokka. “She wants to meet everyone.”

“Nice to meet you Shoko.” Haru paused for a moment. “You look familiar. Have I met you before?”

Sokka went to open his mouth and tried to say something, but Zuko interrupted.

“Nope, she's visiting here for the first time.” he pulled Sokka closer to him.

“I see. I'm going to class now. See you later. It was nice meeting you Shoko.” Haru turned and went to his homeroom. The hallways were beginning to fill with students.

“Bye.” Sokka turned to Zuko. “I hate you.”

“You were about to blow your cover. I could see it.”

“He would have known if he heard me talk.”

“But he still didn't recognize you or your 'manly face.' ” Zuko quoted.

“It was STUDLY, not manly; before Katara covered it with about a billion layers of powder and creams.” Sokka crossed his arm in a pout.

“It doesn't look like that much.” Zuko brushed his knuckles against Sokka's cheek lightly.

“Any is too much.” Sokka pushed Zuko's hand away. “Stop feeling me up every chance you get.”

“We're acting as girlfriend/boyfriend, there will be touching. And we're going to be late for class if we stay here any longer.” Zuko headed to class.

“Hence the arm around my waist. Just don't touch my boobs or look up my skirt again, got it?”

“Only if you don't make them so tempting.”

“How are two water balloons filled with shaving cream and covered in pads tempting?” Sokka asked.

Zuko blinked. “Well they certainly look real. Well, I know this is.” he pinched Sokka's butt.

Sokka flushed bright red. “Zuko...” he forced out, trembling slightly in rage.

Zuko smirked. “I told you to not make them tempting.”

“Zuko...” Sokka's voice stays firm. “We're in the middle of a crowded hallway. Everyone just saw you grope my ass.”

“No one cares, most couples do it.” Zuko shrugged.

“Don't touch my ass either then pervert. How did Jin go through a date with you without kicking your perverted ass anyway?”

“I didn't touch her.” Zuko answered in a manner of fact tone.

“So you only play grabby hands with my ass?” Sokka asked softly, almost hissing, as they walk into Zuko's homeroom.

Zuko smiled. “You got it.”

“Okay, ew. Just, ew. Do you enjoy torturing me or is my ass just that irresistible?”

“Both.”

Sokka paused, looking slightly off balance. “I don't know if I should take that as a compliment, or if I should seriously be freaked out.”

Zuko shrugged. “It is how you take it.” He took his seat at his desk.
Sokka looked around at all the desks that were filled. “Where am I supposed to sit?”

Zuko took Sokka's hand, pulling him down into his lap. “Right here's good.”

Sokka flushed bright red. “I am not sitting in your lap in a room full of people. I'll just stand up, now let go.”

Zuko wrapped an arm around Sokka's waist. “No. We're in the back; they won't be staring the whole time.”

“Jet keeps sneaking perverted looks though.” Sokka tried to wiggle free. “Let go.”

Zuko chuckled. “Don't move too much or he'll get even more ideas.”

Sokka froze and stopped breathing for a moment before regaining control of himself. “Pervert. If I feel anything poking me, I'm going home and locking myself in my room after I kick your ass.”

“Whatever you say.” Zuko grinned, finding this class to be one of the best ever.

“What's your schedule anyways?”

“This class, then 3 more afterwards, then lunch, then my last 3 classes.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “And those classes are?”

Zuko sighed. “History, Math, English, Gym, Lunch, Biology, Home Economics and Metal Workshop.”

Sokka suddenly began to snicker. “Home ec? Since when can you cook?”

“Since I can firebend, so shut up.”

“I've seen you cook Zuko. Remember the marshmallows?”

“Those are marshmallows. They catch on fire easily.”

“And the hot dogs?”

“You got a problem with them?”

“None at all, when they're not charcoal.” Sokka smirked, thinking he'd won.

Zuko made a face. “Shut up, my uncle made me take it.”

“Smart man.” Sokka suddenly began to giggle, covering his mouth with his hand. The image of Zuko in a apron was just too amusing.

“Shut up.” Zuko smirked. “You'd like my other 'hot dog.'”

Sokka turned bright red, and violently jerked away. He ended up losing his balance, and landing on his back; his legs still on Zuko's lap, and his skirt almost up enough to expose his panties, before he squeaked and pulled the skirt down. “What-you? Oh my god...” Sokka continued to babble incoherently.

Zuko rolled his eyes. “You're the one making a scene.” He took Sokka's hand, lifting him back up into his lap.

Jet was laughing a few seats away and a few of the other students were chuckling.

“Uh-uh. I'm not sitting here anymore. You're going to rape me you deranged pervert. I'm going home. Let go ” Sokka hissed as he yanked at Zuko's arms around his waist.

“I didn't even do anything to you, calm down.” he kept his arms around Sokka's waist. “I say one side comment and you blow up in my face.”

“Because you're a pervert and I suddenly fear for my virginity.”

“I won't do anything, not here in class, so calm down.”

“Why hasn't you teacher like, yelled at you for having me in your lap anyways? I thought that Master Pakku was a homophobe or something.” Sokka asked.

“He's also half deaf so he hasn't heard you disrupting the class yet.” Zuko smirked. “Jet hid his hearing aid last week. And he's more lenient on straight couples, which we look like right now.”

“You're the only one who thinks I look like a girl.”

“If Pakku thought you were a boy, he'd have kicked you out as soon as you sat in my lap.”

“Then he's blind and deaf.” Sokka crossed his arm in a pout, then made a strange face. “Wow, this things really get in the way.” he glanced down at his breasts.

Zuko shook his head. “Not in class.”

“Hello? Pot, kettle, black? You've done way worse in the last five minutes than I have all day.”

“Yeah, well women don't usually complain about their boobs in class.”

“And most guys don't talk about their 'hot dogs' in class. Though, yours is probably more like a cocktail weenie than a hot dog.” Sokka smirked.

“So in comparison, yours it a toothpick?”

“Mine would be a footlong.”

Zuko smirked. “You want to start betting on our dicks now?”

“Okay, okay. A bit of an exaggeration. But it's thickness that counts once you're more than five or six inches.”

Zuko grinned. “Over all size and how you use the tool is what counts.”

“I don't know how 11 inches of anything would feel good rammed inside you. And length or thickness, doesn't matter if you don't know how to use it.”

“Well of course you don't know because you're a virgin.”

“And who have you been sleeping with?” Sokka raised an eyebrow.

“You'd freak out if you knew.”

“Try me.”

“Not here in class. Even your shriek could get Pakku's attention.”

Sokka paused. “Boy or girl?”

Zuko sighed, aggravated that Sokka wouldn't let it go. “Guy.”

Sokka was silent for a moment.

“But I'm not telling you so stop pressing it.”

“No, it's fine, really. It's just...”

“What?” Zuko asked.

“Were you top or bottom?”

“Top, of course.”

“Of course.” Sokka rolled his eyes. “That being said, pinch my ass again and I'll chop your cocktail weenie off.”

Zuko replied with a grin. “You like it and you know it.”

“Of course. I just love things that make me jump and yell.” the water tribe boy said sarcastically.

“I certainly do.”

“Ew. To much information. How much longer to History?”

“Not much longer. And why does it make a difference after you found out I was on top?”

“You being on top, that's something I would've guessed. I don't wanna know what makes you jump and scream.”

Zuko shruged. “I know what makes you jump and scream.”

“Not everything.”

“A good number of them.”

“Yeah, like two. Pinching me and saying perverted stuff.”

“Why? What else is there?”

“Not telling.”

“Tell me or I'll make you.” Zuko threatened.

“No way, pinching my ass is more than enough for you.”

“I could always tickle it out of you.” Zuko grinned evilly.

“Tell you what. On the rare chance that you win the bet, you can make me tell you. Besides, you can't tickle me.”

“Alright, it’s added to the bet. Why can't I tickle you?”

“Cause I sound like a guy when I laugh loud, even Katara says it, so you can't argue. You'd loose the bet even sooner then you would have, so you won't risk it.” Sokka answered, smug.

Zuko thought about it. “You have a point for once.”

“I always have a point.” he stuck his tongue in triumph.

“Stick that out again today and I'll be forced to assume that it’s an invitation.”

“You wish.” Sokka put it back in his mouth as warned though.

The bell rang and Zukoe frowned since that meant Sokka had to get up.

“Finally, freedom.” he stood up and stretched.

Zuko stood up as well. “For now.”

“I know for a fact that there are extra seats in your history class. Now, get me something to amuse myself with.”

A grin spread on Zuko’s face as he thought of a few things.

“Not like that you pervert Can't you keep your mind out of the gutter for two minutes?” Sokka asked, exasperated. “I thought you had a history test today. That's why you were studying at my- err... Sokka's house yesterday, right? I'm not gonna sit there bored while you're taking a test.”

“There should be extra paper and pencils in the room, you can doodle or something.”

“I don't doodle. Don't you have an extra book or magazine or something I could read?”

“Unless you want a history book, no.”

“Then can I get something out of my locker?”

“I don't think you'd know 'Sokka's' Locker combo.” Zuko pointed out.

“You know my combo though, don't you? You could get it out for me.”

“Why would I dig around your locker if you're not here?”

“Cause your girlfriend who you love more than life itself will be bored and 'Sokka' wouldn't mind as long as you put it back.”

Zuko sighed. “Fine.” he headed to Sokka's locker.

“Thank you Zuzu.” Sokka purred.

“Don't call me that.” Zuko used Sokka's combination and opened his locker. “Get what you need.”

“Fine fine. Don't get your panties in a bunch.” Sokka muttered as he went through the pile of papers and pulled out the book he was looking for.

“Happy?”

“For the moment. Who teaches your history class?”

“'Aunt' Wu.”

Sokka began to snicker. “No way. Has she predicted who the next earthking will be yet?”

“I think she's hinting someone named Toph, but I don't know anyone in our school by that name.”

Sokka thought for a moment. “Isn't that Aang's friend?”

“I wouldn't know, I don't keep track of his friends.”

“But I think she's the Bai Fung heir. Wouldn't you and your rich family know the other rich families?”

Zuko answered bitterly. “My family only associates with other rich Fire Nation families.”

“Oh.” There was an awkward silence for a moment. “So, what's your test about?”

“History, duh. Its about the origin of earth benders.”

“Sorry. Forgive me for not knowing what nation or time in history a class I'm not in is studying.”

“It’s the same stuff they feed us every year. It’s nothing new.” The arrived to class.

“Yeah. You go take your test now Zuko sweetie. I'll just sit in the back and keep myself busy.”

Zuko was agitated. “Enough with the pet names.” he sat in his seat.

“Yes sir.” Sokka stuck his tongue out, then darted away before Zuko could do anything.

Zuko swore he'd get him next time for that, and turned around in his seat to take the stupid test.

Aunt Wu stood at the front of the room. “Here, children are your tests. I hope you all studied hard, however, I don't need my powers to know some of you will not do well on this test...” she noticed Sokka. “And who is this adorable young lady in our presence? Introduce yourself dear.”

Zuko smirked quietly in his seat, sitting back to watch the show.

Sokka turned red and started to say quietly, “My name is Shoko and-”

“No need to be shy. Stand up dear, and speak louder. No one can hear you.”

Sokka’s face flushed an even deeper red as he stood. “My name is Shoko, and I'm just visiting for the day.” Relieved that it was over, he wass about to sit down, when...

“And why are you visiting?” Aunt Wu asked.

“Um... well...” Sokka squeezed his eyes shut and managed out. “I'm visiting my boyfriend and I didn't want to stay at home so...”

“And which one of these lucky boys is your boyfriend?” Aunt Wu interrupted.

“Zuko.” Sokka said quietly, face hot enough to fry an egg on it.

“How sweet.” Aunt Wu commented. “Sit down dear, the others will be taking a test.”

“Yes ma'am.” Sokka sat down, plotting different ways to murder Zuko for the stupid bet.

Zuko was smiling, entertained by Sokka being embarrassed.

Aunt Wu started to hand out the tests. “Now all of you, take your tests and do your best.” she paused by Zuko's desk. “And don't let the fact the cute girl distract you from you work.” Aunt Wu put paper on his desk as she walked on.

Zuko glanced at Sokka, smirking because even Aunt Wu thought Sokka was a girl.

Sokka was chanting a death mantra under his breath as he tried to read the book.

Zuko did his test, remembering most of the information for it.

Sokka was reading the book, until something landed on his desk. Picking it up and reading the message, a disgusted look took over his feature, before he crumpled it up. He glared at the boy sitting next to him, who was winking at him

Zuko continued with his test, oblivious.

Sokka tried to start reading again, but jumped as something brushed against his leg. Turning to look at boy next to him, he glared at the boy’s hand shamelessly feeling his leg. The boy smirked and mouthed a very blatant offer. Sokka was going to kill Zuko for making him go through this.

Zuko eventually finished the test and glanced back over at Sokka, frowning a bit as he saw the boy hitting on Sokka.

Sokka was twitching as the boy's hand left his leg but was now running down the bare length of his arm. As the boy gets the gull to reach up towards Sokka's face, Sokka did the first thing he could. He bit down on the boy's finger, getting a muffled scream and a dark glare as the boy finally removed his hands. Looking to see Zuko staring at him, Sokka smirked in a clear 'I can take care of myself' manner.

Zuko relaxed only a little, not liking the other guy feeling Sokka up.

After several more minutes go by, Aunt Wu stood up. “Times up everyone. Please pass your tests forward. And Lian, please report to the principal and give him this note.” the boy who was sitting next to Sokka took the note and headed out the door.

Zuko passes up his test, glad it was over.

“You have fifteen minutes before the bell rings, spend it as you like.” for Aunt Wu, that translated to, do whatever you want as long as it doesn't make me yell at you.

Zuko got up and moved over to Sokka, sitting on the desk behind Sokka.

“I hate you.” Sokka declared.

“You've made that clear.”

“I just wanted to remind you how much I really, really hate you.” Sokka glared at Zuko, but was obviously more annoyed by Lian than Zuko.

Zuko shrugged. “Sure you're not just pissed off because that guy felt you up?”

“That's only part of the reason. Bastard.” he added for good measure.

Zuko smirked. “He thought you were a chick.”

“Me getting felt up doesn't equal me being a chick. He was probably gay.” Sokka argued.

“The gays don't make it obvious. Stop denying it.”

“And since when are you an expert on gayness?”

“How often have you seen guys fondle in the hallways or in class?”

“You've never been in the sophomore hallway, have you?”

“I prefer to stay out of that area.”

“Cause the guys, they seem to think gay's the way to be. I mean, you've never been exposed to Tool Tap Tuesday, have you?”

Zuko sighed. “What's going to prove to you that you look like a girl?”

“It proves, that gay guys will grope each other in the hallways, and in class. So that guy, totally gay and getting off in me in a dress.”

“Again, what's going to prove to you that you look like a girl?”

“It proves I don't and the guy was getting off on an obviously fine specimen of the male gender in a dress.” Sokka answered, not fully listening to the question.

“If we go to the straightest guy in school and he hits on you, will it prove something?” Zuko asked.

“Depends. Who's the straitest guy in the school?”

“Good point...” he thought briefly. “What if we go to Ty Lee? If she doesn't hop all over you, it means something.”

“Do we have to go to the creepy stalker girl?”

“Yes, but you have to admit that it will mean that you don't look like yourself.”

Sokka followed Zuko sullenly. “Even if she does think I'm a girl, the bet's not over until the day's over.”

“I know, but you're just going to keep denying all the proof I give you if I don't make sure beforehand.”

“Because there is no proof Zuko. Like I said, I'm 110% man.”

“109.9% girly man.” Zuko corrected him. “And there is proof, you just decide to make excuses for it and brush it off.”

“Because we have yet to have one 100% strait man hit on me.”

“If Ty Lee doesn't recognizes you, seeing that she's obsessed over you, it'll prove that you're not as manly as you think.”

Sokka snorted. “Then prepare yourself, Zuzu, to be proven wrong.”

Zuko glared at him, but the bell rang before he could tell Sokka to stop calling him that. “She'll most likely be in the gym.”

“What about your math class?”

“I'll skip to prove that you're wrong.” He took Sokka's hand, leading him out the door, and towards the gym.

“What if she notices I'm wearing Azula's clothes? She'll kill me!”

“Azula has too many clothes to keep track of, and Ty Lee is too much of an airhead to notice.”

Sokka thought for a moment. “Fair enough. Lead away Zuzu.”

“Stop calling me that ”

“Why should I? As your girlfriend for the day, I get to call you whatever I want.”

“It pisses me off, so stop it.” They made it to the gym, where Ty Lee was flawlessly practicing gymnastics on a bar.

“Make me, Zuzu.” Sokka didn’t notice they were in the gym yet. He was too busy staring at how Zuko's ears were turning red.

“You don't want me to.”

“And why is that?” Sokka bated his eyelashes. He was flirting with danger and knew it.

Zuko glared at Sokka, saying warningly. “Just shut up.”

Sokka groaned, realizing Zuko wasn’t going to be any fun. “Fine.”

Zuko took a few calming breathes to cool his temper.

“Now where's Ty Lee?” Sokka asked. “I want to prove my manliness now.”

Zuko pointed to Ty Lee, who was balancing on one hand on the bar. He walked over with Sokka.

Ty Lee noticed them. “Hey Zuko ” she waved enthusiastically.

“Hello Ty Lee.” though he was speaking with his girl voice, Sokka puffed his chest out masculinely, only succeeding in sticking out his breasts.

Ty Lee was a bit uninterested, not recognizing it was Sokka. “Hi.” she looked to Zuko. “Mai isn't going to be happy about you hanging out with other girls. She's already pretty upset with that Jin girl.” She pulled her foot over her head with her free hand.

“Speaking of which, Mai's not around here, is she?” Zuko asked.

“Nope. She's in Math.” She sat on the bar, getting a better look at Sokka, squinting. “Something seems familiar...”

“Really?” he sounded a bit overly eggar as he leant forward.

“Oh yes, Azula has a skirt just like that.” Ty Lee smiled giddily. “It goes... poof! Or is it puff?” She put her full concentration on finding a good word for the skirt.

Sokka’s face fell. “Are you sure that's all that seems familiar?”

Ty Lee stared at Sokka a moment. “Mm... yup I just saw the fluff-” Ty Lee’s face lit up. “That's the word! Fluff!”

Sokka hung his head. “I give up. You win.”

Zuko smirked. “Really? No more proof needed?”

“No... But the bet's still not over until schools over.”

“Fine.” Zuko lead Sokka out the door. “And I think I thought of the straightest guy in school.”

“Who?” Sokka asked.

“Longshot.”

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All the guys seem to be hitting on poor Sokka, don’t they? Well, the bet’s off to a promising start anyways.

Ja min’na-san.
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