[ She has no argument, because she's broke as hell-- hanging Zuko's relationship over him is literally all she has. And honestly, this was mostly a joke he didn't fall into, weirdly complacent with all the mostly nasty things that came out of her mouth. If she wanted to rile him up, she'd have to go an entirely different route and for now, she was too drunk to antagonize.
Azula waves him away, knowing it'll give herself time to slide off the counter with dignity as she stands alone in the kitchenette that hasn't looked better. It's a gross habit he has, but she has little to stand on now that she's consumed what seems like an entire bottle of wine by herself. Once he's out of sight, she moves over to the sink, running fingers through her hair before pulling it back from her face into a ponytail with an elastic she had around her wrist.
Whenever he decides to bless her with his presence again, she'll be getting a forkful of chocolate cake to stuff in her mouth. ]
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Azula waves him away, knowing it'll give herself time to slide off the counter with dignity as she stands alone in the kitchenette that hasn't looked better. It's a gross habit he has, but she has little to stand on now that she's consumed what seems like an entire bottle of wine by herself. Once he's out of sight, she moves over to the sink, running fingers through her hair before pulling it back from her face into a ponytail with an elastic she had around her wrist.
Whenever he decides to bless her with his presence again, she'll be getting a forkful of chocolate cake to stuff in her mouth. ]