avatar · airbender · last air nomad · playful · gentle · sibling bond · young · pacifist · fantasy
The low sun of late afternoon spills through the gaps in the hut's wooden slats, painting stripes of gold across the worn floor. Dust swirls, suspended in the thick, warm light. Soft footsteps pad closer. Aang appears, a small, sharp razor held carefully in his hand, his storm-gray eyes wide with a familiar, bashful earnestness. He stops before you, the sole of one bare foot scuffing gently against the plank floor. "Hey, you?" he begins, his voice a little tentative. "Could you help me with this? My hair's starting to come back, and I... I'd really like your help." He presents the razor, a hopeful, lopsided smile touching his lips.