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Sokka and Toph, Saturday Afternoon
Sokka's got a gift for Toph, and while it doesn't work out quite the way he'd planned it's still pretty cool. Not that Toph's willing to admit it.
Luck wasn't usually Sokka's thing, but he just happened to have the little chunk of space rock in his pocket when he turned the corner and saw Toph heading towards the kitchen. He trotted to catch up with her, grinning hugely. "Hey! You hanging out here for the holidays?"
What, he wanted to savor the moment before giving her this most awesome of awesome gifts, okay. Now that it had been declared free of all space germs, half of the meteor was currently in Fox's room (a paperweight, pretty much, as Sokka had suspected), and the other half in Sokka's (he had a few ideas, but wasn't sure if any of them were possible. Yet). And he'd gotten this one palm-sized chunk knocked off just for Toph.
It was one of the few questions that was primed to set her off instantly, but considering the source the expression Toph turned on him wasn't nearly as withering as it could have been. "Where else am I gonna go?" She asked with just a hint of bitterness.
While Sokka was aware that he’d hit a nerve, he didn’t feel especially bad about it, just curious. “What’s up with your parents, anyhow?”
"They're idiots," she returned in the tone of voice that said it should have been obvious.
“Clearly,” Sokka said, in the tone of voice that said that, at least, was obvious. Now, anyhow! “Wellllllll, whatever, their loss. Probably be more fun around this place, anyhow. I have to go to Seattle for Christmas.” He said this like it was a particularly painful place, possibly one of the circles of Hell.
But he was actually excited just to get to see Katara. Even if she was annoying. With her yelling and her hatred of fun. And… okay, the Mom-ness was all right. He guessed. Even if he’d never admit it out loud.
"It was fine last year," Toph agreed, rather than do what she wanted which was to ask why Seattle was so bad. Knowing Sokka, it would be some weird thing she probably didn't want to know about. "Kinda cold, though."
Sokka cast a glance at her bare feet. "It's a good thing you didn't grow up in Barrow. You'd have to have furry Hobbit feet or something." Ha! Hilarious!
"Or maybe I'd just be as dumb as you are," she retorted, folding her arms over her chest. "Did you want something?"
“What, being hilarious isn’t good enough?” Then, quickly, before she could punch him: “Just kidding, come on. I brought you a present. From space.”
"...what?"
“Exactly!” Sokka laughed and clapped Toph on the (waaaay down there!) shoulder. Impressing and/or confusing Toph was really hard to do. It was kind of a hobby of his to try for both as much as possible.
“But really!” He pulled the chipped off bit of meteor out of his pocket and held it out. It sparkled slightly in the light; apparently it was mostly iron, but still. “Fox and I saw a meteor fall, and I thought, ‘Well, I bet Toph never got to play with space-earth’. So I saved you a piece.”
Toph's expression stayed just as blank. Since they were indoors, she could just barely make out the fact that Sokka was holding something, but although her power kept catching small flickers of it, there wasn't much else there. "You know that's not rock, right?" She said finally, with a small huff that managed to sound more displeased than disappointed. It had sounded cool, anyway."
“It is, though,” Sokka insisted, brows drawing down and together. “It’s just, like, space rock.
“Hold out your hand.”
"It's not," Toph countered, more than slightly miffed even as she out out her hands without thinking. "Pretty sure I'd know. I think it's metal or something."
He settled it in her hand—okay, he slapped it into her hand, but this was Toph! “It’s mostly iron,” he admitted. “But. I mean. It comes out of the earth. And it’s not like you can just do rock. I’ve seen you do dirt!”
"That's because it's earth, stupid. I can't do anything with metal." But now that she was actually touching it, she could see all those little spots she'd noticed before a lot better. So okay, maybe there was some earth in it. It still wasn't rock.
"That doesn't make sense," Sokka told her matter-of-factly. "It's made of earth-stuff too."
"Well it's different," she snapped, hands tightening around the piece of metal in her hands like she was considering chucking it at him.
He took a step backwards without even realizing why, holding up both hands. “Okay, okay, it’s different. Sorry, I just—I thought you’d like it. I mean, you never got to play with space earth before.”
"It is kind of cool," Toph admitted after a moment, more than slightly grudgingly.
"Man, you are so hard to impress," Sokka grumped. Though there was still a hint of a smile in his voice. "It fell from space."
"I can't see space," she snorted, tossing the rock a little in her hand. And Toph could admit to herself that she was just giving him hard time now, but what was the fun in letting him know that? "Doesn't mean anything to me."
“I’m sticking my tongue out at you right now,” he informed her, as haughtily as he could. She knew damn well space was awesome!
Without even looking his way, her hand darted up to pinch down inches from where his tongue would have been. "I know," Toph said with an audible smirk.
“If I didn’t think you’d tear my tongue off, I would totally bite your fingers right now,” he informed her. But his awe at her, like, spatial awareness or whatever was clear in his voice.
"Try me, Boomerang Boy," she said with an amused snort.
Luck wasn't usually Sokka's thing, but he just happened to have the little chunk of space rock in his pocket when he turned the corner and saw Toph heading towards the kitchen. He trotted to catch up with her, grinning hugely. "Hey! You hanging out here for the holidays?"
What, he wanted to savor the moment before giving her this most awesome of awesome gifts, okay. Now that it had been declared free of all space germs, half of the meteor was currently in Fox's room (a paperweight, pretty much, as Sokka had suspected), and the other half in Sokka's (he had a few ideas, but wasn't sure if any of them were possible. Yet). And he'd gotten this one palm-sized chunk knocked off just for Toph.
It was one of the few questions that was primed to set her off instantly, but considering the source the expression Toph turned on him wasn't nearly as withering as it could have been. "Where else am I gonna go?" She asked with just a hint of bitterness.
While Sokka was aware that he’d hit a nerve, he didn’t feel especially bad about it, just curious. “What’s up with your parents, anyhow?”
"They're idiots," she returned in the tone of voice that said it should have been obvious.
“Clearly,” Sokka said, in the tone of voice that said that, at least, was obvious. Now, anyhow! “Wellllllll, whatever, their loss. Probably be more fun around this place, anyhow. I have to go to Seattle for Christmas.” He said this like it was a particularly painful place, possibly one of the circles of Hell.
But he was actually excited just to get to see Katara. Even if she was annoying. With her yelling and her hatred of fun. And… okay, the Mom-ness was all right. He guessed. Even if he’d never admit it out loud.
"It was fine last year," Toph agreed, rather than do what she wanted which was to ask why Seattle was so bad. Knowing Sokka, it would be some weird thing she probably didn't want to know about. "Kinda cold, though."
Sokka cast a glance at her bare feet. "It's a good thing you didn't grow up in Barrow. You'd have to have furry Hobbit feet or something." Ha! Hilarious!
"Or maybe I'd just be as dumb as you are," she retorted, folding her arms over her chest. "Did you want something?"
“What, being hilarious isn’t good enough?” Then, quickly, before she could punch him: “Just kidding, come on. I brought you a present. From space.”
"...what?"
“Exactly!” Sokka laughed and clapped Toph on the (waaaay down there!) shoulder. Impressing and/or confusing Toph was really hard to do. It was kind of a hobby of his to try for both as much as possible.
“But really!” He pulled the chipped off bit of meteor out of his pocket and held it out. It sparkled slightly in the light; apparently it was mostly iron, but still. “Fox and I saw a meteor fall, and I thought, ‘Well, I bet Toph never got to play with space-earth’. So I saved you a piece.”
Toph's expression stayed just as blank. Since they were indoors, she could just barely make out the fact that Sokka was holding something, but although her power kept catching small flickers of it, there wasn't much else there. "You know that's not rock, right?" She said finally, with a small huff that managed to sound more displeased than disappointed. It had sounded cool, anyway."
“It is, though,” Sokka insisted, brows drawing down and together. “It’s just, like, space rock.
“Hold out your hand.”
"It's not," Toph countered, more than slightly miffed even as she out out her hands without thinking. "Pretty sure I'd know. I think it's metal or something."
He settled it in her hand—okay, he slapped it into her hand, but this was Toph! “It’s mostly iron,” he admitted. “But. I mean. It comes out of the earth. And it’s not like you can just do rock. I’ve seen you do dirt!”
"That's because it's earth, stupid. I can't do anything with metal." But now that she was actually touching it, she could see all those little spots she'd noticed before a lot better. So okay, maybe there was some earth in it. It still wasn't rock.
"That doesn't make sense," Sokka told her matter-of-factly. "It's made of earth-stuff too."
"Well it's different," she snapped, hands tightening around the piece of metal in her hands like she was considering chucking it at him.
He took a step backwards without even realizing why, holding up both hands. “Okay, okay, it’s different. Sorry, I just—I thought you’d like it. I mean, you never got to play with space earth before.”
"It is kind of cool," Toph admitted after a moment, more than slightly grudgingly.
"Man, you are so hard to impress," Sokka grumped. Though there was still a hint of a smile in his voice. "It fell from space."
"I can't see space," she snorted, tossing the rock a little in her hand. And Toph could admit to herself that she was just giving him hard time now, but what was the fun in letting him know that? "Doesn't mean anything to me."
“I’m sticking my tongue out at you right now,” he informed her, as haughtily as he could. She knew damn well space was awesome!
Without even looking his way, her hand darted up to pinch down inches from where his tongue would have been. "I know," Toph said with an audible smirk.
“If I didn’t think you’d tear my tongue off, I would totally bite your fingers right now,” he informed her. But his awe at her, like, spatial awareness or whatever was clear in his voice.
"Try me, Boomerang Boy," she said with an amused snort.
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