[ Zuko throws his hands up, turning his face away to the side, unscarred side facing Taichi, though his deep scowl is still clearly visible. He's a good friend, even if he's not a good sport. ]
But don't touch me and don't do anything weird.
[ He is drawing boundaries, okay. What little he feels he has now. This is not what he was envisioning doing with his night. Thought he might train a little... Meditate... Maybe watch a movie... But he'd had more in mind, like, a Holocaust documentary alone in his room. Not— gay porn with his best friend's boyfriend. What is his life? Why is the non-magical shit in his life weirder than the magical shit?! ]
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[ Zuko throws his hands up, turning his face away to the side, unscarred side facing Taichi, though his deep scowl is still clearly visible. He's a good friend, even if he's not a good sport. ]
But don't touch me and don't do anything weird.
[ He is drawing boundaries, okay. What little he feels he has now. This is not what he was envisioning doing with his night. Thought he might train a little... Meditate... Maybe watch a movie... But he'd had more in mind, like, a Holocaust documentary alone in his room. Not— gay porn with his best friend's boyfriend. What is his life? Why is the non-magical shit in his life weirder than the magical shit?! ]