imtheleaf:
thesarcasticmeateater:
Adventures were always more fun when you left your own time.
Sokka roamed around the edges of Air Temple Island, looking up at the statue of Aang. He almost felt a little pride in his friend. The warrior had already been inside Republic City, looking for Suki on that faithful day. He’d already met Katara’s children and grandchildren, so there wasn’t really much else to do in the future. He would of liked to cause problems to Amon, but that would become a horrible, confusing paradox. In the meantime, while he tried to figure out what else to do, Sokka sat around, being bored and hungry.
Meelo was practicing some his stances in the yard… Well, more than practicing he was playing around, when he saw someone strange sitting by one of the trees, carefully he eyed the perimeter to make sure no one else was around, a huge malicious smile printed on his face.
He walked quickly to the tree, making sure the stranger didn’t notice him and he climbed up from the opposite side he was sitting, once in the top he bent some air onto Sokka’s hair, making it fly around everywhere, he covered his mouth with his tiny hands to hide his giggles once he saw Sokka turning around almost frantically, he waited until he was still again and repeated the action, blowing more air onto his Great Uncle this time.
It seemed like the universe was constantly trying to get him. For whatever reasons, he didn’t know. As Sokka’s hair began to have a mind of its own, the ponytailed warrior tried to gain control again. But, much to his distaste, it wasn’t working so well.
His hands were flying everywhere on his head, trying to cover any piece of flying hair. It would of worked better if he hand more than two hands, or a hat. After a great deal of pounding his head with his hands, Sokka gave up, and let his hair fly around as it pleased. He sat there, with a pout on his face, and watched his hair danced in the reflection of the lake.
