[ Frankly... he expected it. He takes his place, huffing as he sits and her legs fall across his lap. He takes pause once the feeling of Chroma spreads across both their legs, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as it does. It felt so different than with others, Chroma with Azula. Very different than Chroma with their uncle, too; which, of course, was much sweeter and more comforting than this. But this still felt more intense to him than most. The feeling with family was stronger. From day one, Zuko has felt rather sensitive to the feel of the flow, finding that tactile sensation extra stimulating, at times almost too much. He's been touch-starved for so many years of his life — and so has his sister, he's reminded now... Casting that glance toward the TV quickly at the thought, he fiddles with the remote control, making just a couple mistakes in navigation before finding Moonflix; he's getting the hang of it, okay. ]
Okay... So these are all like little posters. We can choose from any genre, all kinds of stuff; it's endless.
[ He starts scrolling down slowly, passing by many pre-made playlists. Romance. Family. Comedy. He knew neither of them wanted anything lighthearted and uplifting. No, instead he dwells a moment on Action, where he'd found his own movies before. A few playlists down, another genre reads Psychological Horror. A lot more specific than "Action," at least, that's for sure. ]
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Okay... So these are all like little posters. We can choose from any genre, all kinds of stuff; it's endless.
[ He starts scrolling down slowly, passing by many pre-made playlists. Romance. Family. Comedy. He knew neither of them wanted anything lighthearted and uplifting. No, instead he dwells a moment on Action, where he'd found his own movies before. A few playlists down, another genre reads Psychological Horror. A lot more specific than "Action," at least, that's for sure. ]