[ While Azula may have enough Chroma to set the place ablaze, Zuko doesn't, but between the incompetence, ignorance and insufferable privilege of the four boys in the house, in time they won't need Azula's help to set it ablaze. There are already fire hazards begging to be set throughout the house, independent of Zuko's or Azula's own incensed flames. But indeed, she earns his narrowed, irritated gaze, as he stands before the couch, crossing his arms and scowling at her. She knows how to get his goat. He knows that she knows, and yet it always works. ]
I have to see it every day — you'll live.
[ That she left her boots on doesn't bother him so much as the full effect of her sprawl. He takes a lingering exasperated glare at her, then steps aside to grab the remote control for the television, switching it on as he returns. Maybe in the 30 seconds that took, she'll be more willing to lift her legs to make room for her only brother and kindly host. Ha. Haha. ]
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I have to see it every day — you'll live.
[ That she left her boots on doesn't bother him so much as the full effect of her sprawl. He takes a lingering exasperated glare at her, then steps aside to grab the remote control for the television, switching it on as he returns. Maybe in the 30 seconds that took, she'll be more willing to lift her legs to make room for her only brother and kindly host. Ha. Haha. ]
Let me sit, Azula.