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[rediscovering]

No, I liked the picture, I was just letting you know— Hey...!

[ Aaand the remote is snatched. Zuko's face is washed with a short-lived look of surprise before it falls at her childishness. But he lets her do what she wants, relinquishing control of the controls. He's not so surprised that she grabs the remote but more surprised that she actually goes with his suggestion. "Psychological horror" was more what made him think it'd be up her alley, but even if he had the chutzpah to say that aloud to her, he'd know better. Instead, he just lets out a little puff of a huff, and returns his gaze to the screen as the credits open to a young woman running in a forest, alien names rolling across the screen, all their job titles just as unfamiliar. As they ease in and get settled now, Zuko reclines against the couch, lowering his arms onto Azula's legs gingerly as he leans back. The Chroma rushes through them, too, when he does, and he keeps them lying there with a comfortable pressure. One hand is left lying loose against his own leg, while the other idly wraps itself halfway around her shin, which his thumb starts to gently but unconsciously stroke off and on after they're several minutes into the film. It wasn't intuitive nor comfortable to ask Azula over for a movie date, but now this felt rather normal and natural. It'd been many years since they touched like this — like siblings should. He'd not admit it, but even without the Chroma considered, there was still some warm spark between the fire prince and fire princess, and it felt nice. Normal and natural and nice. ]

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[ She didn't care about the film, he seemed interested enough and that was good enough for her, dropping the remote into the cushion once it starts. It was hard to keep herself focused on anything but Zuko, draped lightly over her like they'd done this a million times, knowing that Lunatia was the only reason they'd be this close at all. It wasn't fair that he didn't remember what they'd gone through, what had become of her, but this Zuko was the one that shattered her life when he fled to the Avatar-- maybe he knew, maybe he regretted it? Or at least her, she'd be foolish to think he'd ever believe he made the wrong decision with Aang. Azula knew that much.

She takes a breath when she catches herself watching him, allowing herself to bury herself a little more in the cushions for comfort, gaze finally returning to the screen. The movie didn't start out exactly thrilling, hitting too close to home even if she wouldn't ever call herself a killer, but Zuko's soft touches are enough of a distraction to keep her from minding enough. Sitting here for two hours like this would be agonizing, but it reminded her of sitting together on a dark bench watching the same play over and over. This one, at least, seemed to be a bit more intriguing, ears perking up the more she catches wind from the interview that this was going to be about grisly murders. ]

[rediscovering]

[ Zuko's fixed his gaze to the screen, but after a while, he feels her eyes on him, and it catches his breath noticing it — what's so interesting about him, more than the movie? But when she repositions herself in the couch, Zuko's own eyes drift to the right at her in turn, checking if she's looking, rather than checking if she's watching... But he doesn't let his gaze linger too long, and it follows back to the screen as the interview with the cannibal psychiatrist grows ever-more eerie. This was a very different style than the two heavily aesthetic, colorful action movies he'd seen. Already he's not quite on edge, but comparatively to any other piece of theatre or cinema he'd seen, he's sucked in with sick fascination. All the sicker as the film unfolds, too — and this scene sick enough to call up question aloud, when an especially insane inmate harasses the pretty young detective lady by throwing both sexist insults and his own fresh ejaculate at her at once as she rushes by his cell and out of the prison-like hospital. The filmmakers had certainly built up a mood. ]

...What was that he threw at her face? Was that his, uh—?

[ His eyes turn again from the screen to Azula, his idle stroking of her leg stopping suddenly when he does. Hopefully he's saying enough by not saying the word he thinks he means to say, if he read that scene right. It's not his comfort zone, it's uncouth, and he's asking his sister. He'd probably be more comfortable asking about how the guy ate someone's liver. ]