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no you don't understand
it's amazing it's not like a play
i think you'd like it

i saw this movie where this assassin swordswoman hunts down other assassin women for revenge and one of them beheads a guyand you see all the blood erupting from his throat like a little geyser but it's also funny?? there's another scene where the woman scalps another woman in a garden in the snow..... but the movie has really beautiful colors and stuff, like the red blood on the white snow.... i've never seen anything like it

i didn't realizing messaging you once over this device was going to invite you to prattle off at me about things you see

no its cuz I think you’d like it

i'll take your word for it

not all of them are like that
there are other movies

I’ve just only seen two so far but there are many kinds

do you want to watch a movie with me, zuko?

i think you'd like it

ask me.

cant you just say yes or no......

ask me

would you?

yes :)

ok.when? and where?? yamamoto and gokudera's...? maybe it's weird to invite myself to their house like that though, you're technically still yamamoto's guest right........

i doubt either of them would mind, although they may interrupt if you intended just to have some quality time with me

"quality time......?"
just trying to be polite, obviously i know they wouldn't mind, i watch tv with gokudera there sometimes anyway

actually now that i think of it though
our tv is much bigger than theirs
it made a big difference for the movies, better details
...so maybe my place after all......?

my schedule isn't busy, tell me when you want me and i will come

when you want. i'm off two days so i'll be home

this is my address, use the map thing
just tell me before you come so i can let my roommates know you'll be here.....

[ He drops a pin. Really, he doesn't want to clear his roommates for the sake of quality alone time with his sister; he just doesn't want to deal with introducing Azula to the host club... It's too much for him right now; he already has a lot of confused, stressful feelings in his mind these days, and he doesn't need that kind of extra energy on his day off. Besides, he'd be clearing them out for all their sakes, really. This group is not an intuitive match even without Azula thrown in the mix. Living here has been very good exercise for Zuko deliberately practicing patience. ]

what if i come now? do you have a movie ready for us

yeah there's a million inside the tv, you'll see what i mean
we can pick one when you get here

[ She really had nothing else to do, but that wasn't the only reason she was happy to spend time entertaining him. Truthfully, this Zuko reminded her of the only time where everything seemed okay. He had come back to her, she was happy. Or as happy as she could have ever been under Ozai's thumb with her world shattering around her while she thought she had complete control, anyway. Those moments were still fresh on his mind, whereas for them now... things were so complicated.

It was always complicated, but years ago, for a moment, they had been in tune. He wanted to keep her close here, too. Sports and now this? He hid from her because he thought she would kill him, and now? Sanguis had really illuminated things for her, her reality was shifting and now the thought of keeping Zuko at a distance seemed foolish when he was offering himself up on a silver platter.

Azula had already known his address, but she wouldn't tell him that, the path familiar enough as she had let herself trek it a handful of times before deciding haunting his roommates wasn't worth the destruction to their fragile relationship. She expects them to be gone now, knowing that regardless of how he felt of her there would be no trust with his friends.

She couldn't blame him for that.

Anyway! She's knocking on his door! She'd let herself in but this is her trying to be polite. ]

[ Zuko was surprising even himself with this invitation, in fact. The sports — he wanted to win at kuai ball, legitimately. He trusts Yamamoto to be a formidable kuai ball opponent, and he can't lose at his own game. Hide and Explode — a nostalgic whim, might-as-well type invitation. This idea was different, and confused him, who went back and forth sometimes a few times a day on what sort of relationship suits them here... Those times they'd spent together peacefully, despite his own personal anxieties, and their trip to Ember Island, the intimate night on the beach — these were recent memories, and conflicted his feelings of ire and combative defense that had come to follow, but which likewise are all but irrelevant here, going with his model of thinking that'd comforted him until her arrival.

Now, shedding his life did not seem so cut-and-dry. Even if it'd just been Uncle who'd arrived, Zuko knew he'd understand on some level, and they had buried the hatchet very recently before Zuko came. Azula? Technically, threats and whatever had them at each other's throats were all no longer were at play. Logically, there were many things between them that should dissolve here... Easier said than done. Even after inviting her, a part of him had a gut regretful reaction — "why did I do that?" he said aloud. What is his expectation? But on the other hand, a louder part of him told him this was the way to approach their new chance at... something else. This was the right thing to do, it felt like? And truth be told, he found himself looking forward some, thinking/hoping it'd maybe actually be a genuinely nice time, by the time she got there — which surely wasn't very long, no surprise.

The small hall leading from the front door to the living room at least obscured for the moment the decorative horror that lies within. A few pairs of shoes are lined up by the door, as per his Japanese roommates, which he'd nod at to indicate to her once he lets her in. He takes a deep breath before opening the door, and greets her with a somewhat blank expression, brows slightly knitted as naturally as they almost always are. He'd thought about his opening line prior, too. ]

Hey.

Hey.

[ She repeats back to him in the same low tone, like she'd practiced his voice a million times before. Azula laughs immediately after, brushing passed him like she'd entered his dwelling a million times before, like they were old pals that did casual hangs.

Hah. She tilts her head as she watches him close the door behind her, ignoring the shoes on the floor (what, was she going to wiggle around his apartment in socks?) to focus in on him. Purposely to make him a little uncomfortable, Azula was still excitedly trying to pick him apart, figure out his motive. She had convinced herself he'd attempt to disappear the second she let him out of her sight, not do her best to keep her in his circle. Always. It felt like any time he had finally slipped her mind, the ping of a new notification forced him back in. ]

I never thought you would actually invite me to the place you live. Where you rest your head at night and close your little eye.

Me, neither. Take your shoes off.

[ The prince was respectful of his Japanese roommates' custom, the same at Gokudera and Yamamoto's; in fact, he found it sensible. He did expect her to wiggle around in her socks, yes. He, himself, was barefoot, wearing a comfortable mix of his Fire Nation pants he'd arrived in, and a plain black t-shirt. He started to feel a bit less comfortable as he shows her in, though, feeling her eyes on him. He starts to walk forward, not waiting to see if she takes her shoes off or not, but does stop just at the mouth of the hall, his eyes scanning the scene. The decorating war was still on, but this was fairly cohesive, his roommates all being excited and festive for Halloween, or whatever the Lunatian holiday it was. He didn't know or care about it, but somehow he's been loped in by others. He didn't find it so awful, and the living room was... better... than it could be. The blue-and-orange tropical theme versus Rococo palatial theme in their first month was rough on Zuko... But still, he pauses to take an agonized sigh, but says nothing, gives Azula no warning as they move on.

Indeed, the open space before them was more of a battleground than a living room. On one side, a rather regal set-up made a striking impression, grey and gold, black accents, roses in fancy vases. There was one white chaise longue that stood out, and it was the first victim of the myriad tacky Halloween decorations that littered this royal scene (including the witch's hat and some silky veils for ambience topping the lampshades, all fire hazards). On the other side of the room, however, from whence the decorations clearly crawled, was quite modern and chic, clean-cut, the exact opposite of the couch across from it. The decorations on the posh side were stylish and cute, whereas all the decorations on the fancy side were rather obnoxiously kitschy. There was a throw pillow on the white couch, that may be the most offensive of all, with a tacky print framing the words "Too Cute to Spook." Fake spiderwebs were strung about both sides, subtle touches like that to bring it together a little bit.

However. However. The most unnerving part of it all, undeniably, was the abundance of jack-o-latterns speckling the house. Some in nice rows of various sizes, some large that stand out. If one looks closely, the backs of the pumpkins all have different designs on them, things that match the theme — some classic smiling faces, some bats, some ghosts, but all of these cute, festive carvings were hidden. All of the other pumpkins had been spun round and rather artfully carved with this face, over, and over, and over. As Zuko's eyes did one more torturous scan the war zone of his own home — which he had absolutely nothing to do with — his mind did a sudden backflip. He spins round and starts to walk back toward the door, stepping aside to maybe block Azula before she sees, but he's not quick enough. She's already there by the time he speaks his second thoughts, which leaves him mid-sentence, suddenly mortified. Why did he invite her over here instead of going over there? Stupid! He could have just hung out with her and the boys, that'd've been quality time too, right?! Not in this scene! Stupid, Zuko. He's so used to the war here, he's just... been desensitized... and the impact didn't set in until it was too late. ]

Actually, maybe we should go to—...

[ Azula might kick her shoes off later when she feels like the time is right, but she isn't doing it now merely because Zuko insisted. It gives her plenty of time to soak in the abhorrent sight before her, the furniture and decor was truly a mess but the strange pumpkins scattered about? The longer she stood there in silence, the longer it felt like they were boring a hole into her soul. How many were there? Why did Zuko let them linger in his living room? What Yamamoto and Gokudera had chosen was simple, Azula barely paid it any mind-- she had been detached from the luxurious, regal lifestyle long enough that she no longer insisted on it.

But what was this. What was her reaction supposed to be? ]

Oh, no, Zuko. I fear that I have suddenly gone blind.

I'm jealous...

[ The pumpkins were absolutely boring a hole into her soul — as they'd done to all household members since the very first of Tamaki's pumpkins was violated. To their devilish creators, though, the sadism was worth the masochism. The twins were willing to spare their good tastes enough to torture Tamaki with anything that they could. The face of Nishiko-kun, apparently a lesser-known mascot in Japan commemorating the archaeological excavation of an ancient roof-tile, had become an unnerving fixture in their house in various forms, after the twins had crafted the mascot suit for Tamaki as a prank (they'd also sewn Zuko an abominable "dragon" kigurumi with googly eyes that also stared into his soul, but that doesn't need to be brought up).

Nishiko-kun has the spotlight, and it was glowing out of every face. There weren't enough to be ridiculous (surely, we're past that point, though), but enough were strategically placed so that no matter where one looked, even out of the corner of the eye, there was at least one looking back. This was probably the cruelest design yet. The ever-evolving incarnations of their living room wars had finally come to this "cohesive" culmination with an army of Nishiko's at the frontlines, and it was getting tough. They seemed to multiply every couple days all month, a long con... Zuko stayed in his sparse room plenty, making dorky models; he'd really chosen this apartment at random on his first night and it shows. Could he even begin to explain their dynamic to Azula? He's not even sure he could to himself, fully. ]

I have roommates. They have decorating wars. I have nothing to do with it.

[ He's clearing his good name as a first priority. Glancing aside at her painfully, he leads her in, gesturing at the posh side to sit as they come up. The black screen of the television mounted on the wall blended in rather stylishly and subtly with the black walls on Tamaki's side of the room. The TV was a decently nice, decently large flat-screen TV, hi-def, Moonflix, all the fixin's. Much different than the one at Gokudera and Yamamoto's. Regaining a sense of luxury is important in this house. Clearly. Albeit disjointed and mismatched, neither side was short of glamorous (apart from the tacky pillows the twins had bought for Tamaki; at least Zuko and Azula won't have to sit with those)... ]

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he watched Kill Will :|

kill willl.... lmfao

I just want to keep doing this with random movie titles, please help me

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