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[ Honestly, this is... perplexing. Was he trying to comfort her? While she didn't strangle him to death the last time he was in her presence, that didn't mean that they were suddenly friends. ... And what exactly did Zuko tell him? She didn't quite like their problems being shared, especially when she didn't know the extent. Surely he didn't...

No. No? She doesn't have to think too much of it, because from the bedroom she can still hear the door rattle open. He'll find the apartment a mess between her and Zuko flinging things around, and she hadn't had the energy yet to tidy it. She, herself, was in her own state of disarray, dark hair in tangles, make-up half rubbed off, eyes puffy and red from who knows how many hours of tears. It wasn't a sight she wanted anyone to witness, but she has little choice as he's made it clear her desires don't matter.

She slides off the bed and stumbles to the doorway of the bedroom, standing in the threshold until she locks eyes with him and the presents in his arms. ]

I have never met anyone who wishes for death as much as you do.

[Zuko had made it pretty clear that he's stuck between figuring himself out and following advice from his friends from their world, and his uncle, and Gokudera is in favor of the siblings just keeping their relationship as it was. He can't help Zuko anymore, and if keeping Azula well means keeping his friend happy, then he's worth it. Gokudera is also pretty convinced that the fire princess isn't so focused on her own reputation so much as how her relationship with her brother might change.

So if she's honestly angry with Gokudera, he'll hear her out. He's standing in the doorway, then shrugs and steps in, shutting and locking it behind him before moving into their kitchen to open the wine.]

White or red? You can kill me after you've had your fill. When you have relationship problems, alcohol helps.

[He learned that from Shamal. It is a terrible coping mechanism, but it does sort of help?]

"Relationship problems?"

[ Azula raises an eyebrow in his direction, he was already making himself comfortable with no fear in his eyes-- a true bother. It wasn't as fun when the victim enjoyed getting beat around, that defeated the purpose of lifting a hand in the first place. The princess tightens the belt around her waist keeping her robe closed before crossing her arms over her chest, not yet moving closer to take him up on his offer. She doesn't give him time to clarify, at least not yet: ]

I do not drink alcohol. I never understood the point of purposeful poisoning of your body.

Mmhm.

[Not gonna say with who or what kind of problem. His mentor was always trying to get laid and when he couldn’t, he was getting hammered drunk. Sometimes it was a mixture of both.]

Have you ever been poisoned before?

[He’s looking through their cabinets for glasses, and grabbing the first ones he can find. Then he’s moving about and finding a butter knife to stab into the cork of the red wine. He twists and pops it out, then pours a little bit into each glass. Gokudera holds one out and up to her, indicating it’s hers before setting it down.]

It’s nothing like this.

[ It feels like an invasion of privacy as he moves about their small kitchen, poking at the few things she and her brother had accumulated since their arrival. Everything he did seemed to only grow her irritation, almost frozen to her spot, silently fuming. The only desire to move forward is accompanied with wanting to throw the glass at him even knowing that he was prepared to be lashed out at in such a violent way. ]

What did he tell you?

[ Why are you here? Why would Zuko have thought that okaying someone forcing themselves on her like this was absolutely necessary? Oh, right, because he forgets that what may be good for him is not good for other people. ]

[Gokudera leaves her cup where it is, takes a sip out of his and considers his answer while leaning his hip slightly against the counter.]

Enough to know he can’t stop thinking about you and wants his friends to like you too. I told him that you’re responsible for yourself. He just wants everyone to have a better view of you. He wants the best for you, loves you, cares about you. His friends… less so. But no one can change their minds but you, if you even want to.

[Gokudera is trying to sound nonchalant about it because this problem Zuko is going through, balancing the love for his sister against a truth he shouldn’t have to deal with brought by Someone else, would be fine if Zuko didn’t want to consider how everyone feels about his sister.]

But he mentioned his mother and how you were keeping it from him. I told him to calm down, that you were probably doing it for good reason.

And if you weren’t, well… I was not going to throw you under the bus. It’s none of my business.

[But here he is, getting dragged into their business because Gokudera doesn’t hate Azula… and feels she needs her own shot of redemption. Whether she wants to accept that is her choice.]

[ Agni, Zuko. Perhaps there are times to keep her name from his mouth, some problems were meant not to be shared with anyone else. It seemed like he'd never learn and somehow Gokudera would be privy to all of it. And... he makes her laugh, loud, crossing her arms tightly around her chest as she leans against the doorframe, making it clear she hasn't decided to entertain him yet. ]

It's none of your business? Your mere presence in my kitchen now is proof enough how much you think it is your business. Your... friendship [ She does her best to make that particular word sound as scathing as possible. ] with my brother does not give you full access into my life. Forget whatever he told you.

[He rolls his eyes and sips his wine, then lifts an eyebrow at the emphasis put on 'friendship'. Why is she so hung up on that? What did he ever do to her? He hasn't tried to split them apart, but make things easier between them, advising that Zuko not lash out at her.

Clearly, she can take care of herself, but looking her up and down -which he actually does do obviously before setting his wine aside- it doesn't appear that way. She looks a mess, like she isn't handling this all very well.]

No.

I have no control over what your brother does. He approached and made a friend out of me, and he's said what he's said. Whether that was a good decision [On second thought, he's picking his wine back up. He needs to keep his hands and mouth busy and will not smoke indoors.] or not.

You seem to want me to hate you, or you want to make an enemy out of me. I'm not sure why. You're entitled to how you feel, of course. I guess I want to understand what I did. Aside from how Zuko and my first interaction went. I'm a different person than the Gokudera you both knew on Lunatia, and I'm curious...

[He looks down into his wine, swirling it about in the cup.]

Do I make you feel threatened? Do you think I'm going to take him away from you, or something? You make him happy. I wouldn't do that to him. And you've done well to show me that you're far superior in combat to me. More clever, attractive, dangerous?

Why then do you hate me so much? Or is it everyone? No one can compare. You're bad and you're good at it... But you're far from the first or last person I have dealt with who's knocked me on my ass.

[Maybe he can aggravate her and she can take out some of her feelings on him. Gokudera came suspecting he'd be attacked.]

What damage could me knowing what he's told me do?

[ Gokudera certainly likes to hear himself talk, doesn't he? She doesn't think anyone (but Zuko) has ever forced themselves into her life so adamantly, a surprise considering he knew what she was capable of-- in fact, seemed to welcome the potential of it. There was a lot that bothered her about Zuko sharing intimate details about their relationship, but that wasn't on the bomb boy inhaling wine in front of her desperate for some olive branch. There was a lot of damage knowledge could do, in this case, but it didn't seem like her brother had shared too much even if he seemingly skirted very close. Either way, if he ever returned back to their shared apartment she'd have to make him swear he'd stop talking about her.

Maybe until she was able to piece together all their problems and talk about them together, first. She may be grateful for Gokudera's intervention now, her meeting with her brother could have been far more explosive, but Zuko's obnoxious ability to be swayed easily made her less enthusiastic for any future sharing. ]

The selfish audacity of the two of you is astounding sometimes, truly. Perhaps there are people that exist that do not enjoy airing out all their dirty laundry to the first pair of ears that'll listen.

[ And stop telling her She makes him happy. Azula finally peels herself from the door frame, hesitance in her step as she approaches the counter top to analyze the open bottle of whine. She brings it up to her nose to sniff, having been honest in not partaking in any of it. ]

You're wrong, anyway. I don't make him happy. He feels an obligation to me and I'm holding him back from having the normal life he's always wanted and could actually have here.

[That does not answer any of his questions. Gokudera would be offended but he's honestly more curious than anything else. It bothers him to see Zuko upset, and he does care about Azula, whether she wants to believe it or come up with some bullshit reasoning or not.

But he's not here to talk about himself. He's here to force some helpful ~~annoying and persistent~~ company on Azula. So he won't be getting butthurt (at least not right now), that she didn't answer his questions.]

I'm not wrong. You're just telling yourself that.

Also there's no normal here. That's impossible. He'll never get that. None of us will.

[Shit sucks. Alcohol helps. Gokudera watches her sniff at the whine, and he gives an amused little chuckle. It doesn't smell great, but that's not really the point, is it? If she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it. Gokudera motions a hand towards the cake, then gives a subtle flinch before scratching at his neck. Wow collar, fuck off.]

[ Being a part of Zuko's happiness is truly a strange thought, but she was confident in her answer and didn't think any amount of convincing by Gokudera would change that. He came here to reassure her, clearly aware of her brother's explosive tendencies, but his desire to invite himself into their relationship and smooth things over would always be unwanted-- he was in the dark. He knew nothing other than the out-of-context oversharing Zuko couldn't help himself to. Sure, she should probably welcome the chance to talk about him, to talk to someone that wasn't him, but she'd prefer to leave it alone. For the most part.

The princess is not big on sweets, so despite the gesture toward baked goods brought specifically for her, she pays it no mind for now. Instead, she allows herself to drink from the bottle, more curious for the taste than anything else. ]

There's a normal here he can still achieve that I am keeping him from, he's always desired to be free of his birthright. He wants to go to school and make friends and... date.

[ The last word comes out more scathing than she'd like, her attention more focused on the bottle than Gokudera now. Azula scoots it over to him, leaning against the countertop. ]

Pour me a glass.

[Gokudera isn't trying to invite himself in their relationship. He's just heard enough from Zuko that he can't sit by and let them both be miserable. What would be wrong with him helping them? He didn't think asking Azula if she would wants his help would be good... considering he's pretty sure she'd refuse no matter what and she hates him.

But he doesn't hate her. He's been through enough that he's pretty resilient, more kind, and more forgiving than he ever was before. Gokudera is still curious about what he could have done to upset her in the first place aside from attacking Zuko.

He watches her drink from the bottle, then stares expectantly as if awaiting a verdict on it.]

Maybe I can talk him out of that last one...

[He looks bothered... and for good reason.]

Yes Ma'am [Gokudera does as he's told and offers her the glass once he's filled it. As he holds it out, he tenses, trembles gently, and there's a visible flinch as his collar starts up on a low and slowly building pulsing pain. He's just going to do his best not to draw attention to it.]

[ His response forces her gaze upward, eyebrows raising at him as she watches him obediently shuffle about. What a strange thing to offer to do. That followed by his peculiar behavior leaves her feeling uncertain as she reaches over to take the glass from him, cradling it with both hands-- she didn't enjoy the flavor enough to inhale it immediately. ]

Why would you want to do a thing like that? Unless, of course, your current lack of a doofy idiot means you're trying to claim a different one. Again.

[ Weren't they friends? Or was he just so eager to please that he'd say anything to convince her to be friends with him? Either way, she quickly adds: ]

And don't call me ma'am. If you insist, princess or your highness will do.

[ Azula shakes her head at him before finally bringing the glass up to her lips, peering at him over it as she takes her first sip. ]

No. I'm betrothed to a different goofy idiot. But I think if he were going to pursue dating anyone in this world that is not from yours... it's heartache waiting to happen.

[He thinks on his many lovers he had before Takeshi and yeah... relationships hurt. He'd rather just be on good terms and leave it at that.]

Yes, your highness.

[Gokudera scratches idly at his neck, then grabs his own glass back up.]

Which one of you made the mess? Or was it the dragons? [He moves to set a few things straight in their living space, moving about as if he already had a plan to clean when he walked in.]

Wouldn't that be the point? Whenever he gets sucked back home, he won't remember any of it. It's cheating, getting to do whatever you want on these planets with no real consequence.

[ Besides, Zuko is friendly by nature. It doesn't surprise her he'd be swarming with friends when it became easier for him once he switched sides. Lunatia had forced it upon him, which made him less likely to actually do anything about it, but now that the choice was entirely his? It said a lot about Her if she insisted he not pursue anything romantic. What argument did she really have against it?

She watches him start to flit about her apartment, keeping to her spot against the counter in the kitchen as she swirls the liquid around in her glass. Surely Gokudera already knew who made the mess, he'd been around enough to realize it was more than her and Zuko's (and the dragons) usually uncleanliness. Admitting it, however, meant having to acknowledge how much Zuko had actually hurt her, which she'd prefer not to do outside of what Gokudera was seeing on her tired face. So she won't. ]

"Betrothed"?

[ She repeats back at him with humor in her tone, knowing this version of Gokudera had been tossed around his own set of weird worlds before landing here with them. Azula didn't think she actually cared, not really, but somehow she felt like going down this path would irritate him the most. ]

How is that working out for you?

Sounds like you want him to be dating. I'll use myself as an example. No time for anything like that at home. Just work. All day, every day. I go to a new world and I get interested in someone, then they leave. That sucks.

[He cleans and talks at the same time, more productive this way. He's shifting things about, actively cleaning and organizing things, as if he were a practiced housekeeper.]

So then I try another relationship and they're so much better and it's just... incredible, and then they leave too. But if it's someone from my own world, like the idiot, Even if nothing here changes anything in my world, I can take comfort in seeing him again. So, if I were Zuko, I would prioritize relationships with people from home.

[He brushes off his hands and looks about, as if searching for something else to clean. Maybe the kitchen. He could do some dishes or something. Messes stress him out, and he has no idea if Azula cares about her space being clean, but... he's helping, he hopes.]

Yeah. We're engaged and now I'm here, and the one I love is probably still back on that stupid fucking alien planet. It's not working out for me. Of course. I'm sure you can assume as much.

[He rolling up his sleeves and starting up some water and a sponge.]

And the idiot in this world has no idea and carries on as if I hate him. So... that's pretty normal... it's better I don't tell him anything, y'know? Ignorance is bliss and all that.

Besides, I'm not worth that much to anyone here anyways since none of it even matters.

[He can just cut her off right at the quick.]

[ All the talking he does makes the desire to drink escalate, vaguely wondering if she truly deserved this level of hell that was being forced upon her. This was not a fair trade of services, he could butler about without trying to give her... advice? Whatever this was? When the glass is finished, she pours herself another before climbing on the counter top, crossing one leg over the other as she tries to tune back into whatever it was Gokudera was blabbing on about. ]

I think it's an especially excruciating torture to prioritize "home" relationships, then. To know what could be, and to know what only exists when we're done being played with. At least these strangers never mattered in the first place.

[ She tips her glass to him with a roll of her eyes, he'd never know how transparent she was truly being in this moment, but there was a truth to it that extended even beyond Zuko. Azula slaps her free hand on the space beside her, groaning loudly. ]

Self-deprecation is boring. Either leave the insulting entirely to me or not at all.

[Well, he isn't going to just give her a dry simple answer. If she's gonna ask, he'll tell her the truth. But she doesn't seem especially interested. Why would she be? He glances at her, then continues with the dishes]

Right.

[Gokudera gives her a smirk at that loud groan and slap, but continues on with the chore.]

Alright. Go for it, then. Just thought I'd find some common ground or something.

[A shrug. He supposes it will benefit them both if he's honest. She knows he's only here because of Zuko. Gokudera is honestly just curious about how and if their interactions will change now that he's changed so much. Why is it comforting him to have her be rude to him? Oh well, not going to think too hard on it. That won't get the chores done faster.]

You are in no place for any of this, considering you are the intruder. If someone you disliked burst in and insisted you eat snacks and did all of your chores for you, I would imagine you'd be as thrilled as I am in this moment.

[ His arms were sudsy and it was a spectacle to behold, a housewife she never wanted. Luckily, there was enough wine in the cup to make her start to give up in fighting on why he was there, even if the urge to be physically violent remained. She'll let herself believe it was just the few days of loneliness that was getting to her, the company of Gokudera better than what was inside her own head.

Azula leans forward, watching him watch her like a challenge, not inviting him to the stare down she'd just initiated and secretly won. ]

And don't meddle in my brother's romantic affairs.

[ That's my job she wanted to joke, but it reeked far too much of jealousy and that wasn't a look she enjoyed on herself. At least with this he couldn't run back to Zuko and say that Azula wanted him to karate chop away all the girls he incessantly flirted with, because in the end that's not really what she wanted. ]

[Gokudera chuckles at that, and it even turns into an honest laugh because he has lived the scenario she describes. He won't go on and try to explain himself because he doesn't want to bore her, but yeah, he's laughing pretty hard at her telling him off for helping her.]

Yes, Your Highness.

[What if he meddles in someone else's and Zuko butts in? Oh well, he won't even try to clarify. There's a second bottle of wine and he's just glad that she's saying anything. Even if she were to punch him, it'd probably be a way better interaction than her giving him the silent treatment or whatever.]

See, isn't this much better? You being the perfect little pet while I--

[ He's busy and barely paying her any attention, but she shakes her now-empty wine vessel at his back before setting it beside her so she could pour herself a third glass. While she was busy doing whatever this was, knowing that he was offering himself up as a punching bag and she was choosing the non-violent option was a first for her-- but she'd been doing enough beating herself up the last few days. ]

Do Zuko and I need to fight every time I need our apartment cleaned or would you start doing it just because you love me bossing you around?

[ Azula uncrosses her legs so she doesn't fall off the counter, a little haphazardly trying to pour now that the alcohol was starting to settle in. ]

[Gokudera takes a minute in his quiet amusement before her words sink in and unfortunately for him, or maybe fortunately depending on how this goes. It registers as praise. He looks over at her suddenly and then visibly shudders before slapping a soapy hand at his collar as it runs a shock of pleasure through him.

It's embarrassing, to say the least but it's not like he moaned. He rubs and then rinses his hands, drying them off before he approaches and gently takes the bottle to refill her glass.]

Here, let me.

[He does his best not to look at her, not wanting anything other than some mild obedience to show. Maybe he can play it off like he's quiet because that's getting the best reaction out of her?]

I do not believe I asked for your assistance.

[ Azula squints at him as he approaches, almost too close, but her hands show no resistance as he shuffles the bottle from her. She'd noticed his strange spasm but doesn't think anything of it, for now, attributing it to a chill she can't feel-- firebenders always ran hotter than most. The fact that he was suddenly of few words only seemed to her that he was finally listening, although it was debatable how well silence truly suited her. ]

That wasn't a rhetorical question. You don't have anything better to do than clean our apartment, hm? You're doing a better job than myself or Zuko could, or want to, why not just make it a full-time job. You could consider it payment for my allowing you to keep company with my brother.

I know.

[He says gently and pours her drink for her regardless of whether or not she asked. Gokudera's used to... serving. This is not the first time he's poured a drink, but he's unusually cautious. She can take it however she'd like, and Gokudera is relieved to not hear more praise from her.]

Might as well, since I'm here. You expect to pay me by... allowing your brother to be friends with me?

[Gokudera tips the bottle back up so not a drop is spilled. He smiles.]

I'm flattered, but I already have two jobs.

Two?

[ Ugh. The noise that follows is entirely of disgust. She cradles her glass in her hands like it's holding the blood of someone Holy, no teetering from her will be the cause of any additional mess. ]

Quit both of them and do what I say instead. [ A beat. Her brow furrows, trying to chase the thought she had, but it's gone. He's still close enough that she can nudge his thigh with the side of her foot, less rough then she intended on account of the inebriation. ] Why tire yourself with whatever you're doing when you could be getting on your hands and knees cleaning the grime from my floors? It seems like the only desirable option.

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