( local man is still an asshole )
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Finishing the last of his noodles, he went to place the payment on the table.
"In a rush for those private lessons already?"
He teased with a grin as he stood up as well, moving towards her.
/ the lioness does not concern herself with her redoing a reply because of a typo.
gonna take that as a sign to go to bed 😴
"Just you and me alone. I could definitely give you a hands on lesson after dinner, Uhvatar."
Ever the flirt.
"I'm taking this date is going smoothly, huh?"
A hand to his chin. An idea pops in his head.
"Why not we just call our lessons, dates. I like the sound of that. And I do like to be quite hands on for these lessons, if that's alright with you."
For once, there was no sarcastic retort from him. Arms against his chest, he leaned back into his seat. His smirk from earlier softened and he offered her a genuine smile.
"Consider me a master. The earlier attemp wasn't too bad. You learn fast, Uhvatar."
"And if I say I have, would that make you jealous?"
Blinking for a few moments. He paused as he looked her way. His smug expression softening ever so slightly.
"Don't be so glum, I'm sure you'll get better at kissing. That's what practice is for, after all."
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/ so we know that he is from the northern water tribe. i like to think he grew up hearing radio broadcasts of pro bending matches in republic city. and from what we know about the north pole, they are stuck in their traditions and he prolly
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Her pout was adorable. There was no denying that.
"Don't be so glum. Hopefully the kiss wasn't that bad."
He would wink at her.
Even he wasn't /that/ cruel. He grabbed a hold of some chopsticks, breaking them.
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