[ Zuko's finally home just at nightfall, later than usual. His pants and hands are dirty from sitting in the dirt with Gokudera in the woods until sunset. He's none too quiet as he enters their apartment, slamming the door behind him, and immediately he's noticeably disgruntled, even before seeing Azula. Zunyan follows him in, and dashes to the kitchenette awaiting its usual "we're home" snack, it gets... nothing. So it dances around his feet, lacing itself between his ankles around every step, which only aggravates him further. ]
Stop it, you— you stupid dragon! Get out of my way!
[ ...Zuko has never insulted their dragons. Not even Zuko, but definitely never spoken harshly to Zunyan like that. Zuko's making a beeline for the bedroom and not acknowledging Azula right away even when he sees her, nothing more than a quick, hot look, before slamming the bedroom door behind him. He doesn't lock it, though. Just sets to pacing. He thought he'd prepared some words, regained some composure, but catching a glimpse of her now... He's faltering. ]
action; backdated to night of Aang's arrival
Stop it, you— you stupid dragon! Get out of my way!
[ ...Zuko has never insulted their dragons. Not even Zuko, but definitely never spoken harshly to Zunyan like that. Zuko's making a beeline for the bedroom and not acknowledging Azula right away even when he sees her, nothing more than a quick, hot look, before slamming the bedroom door behind him. He doesn't lock it, though. Just sets to pacing. He thought he'd prepared some words, regained some composure, but catching a glimpse of her now... He's faltering. ]