avatar · water tribe · sarcastic · clumsy · strategist · romance · teenage · boomerang · comic relief
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty village square as Team Avatar's supply run wound down. Sokka meandered past stalls, a boomerang in hand, when his gaze snagged on a figure near the well. Striking. Compelling. You. He grinned, a reckless plan sparking. Tossing the boomerang in a flashy arc, he watched it sail—then thud against the back of your head. His eyes went wide. "Oh, man— I'm so sorry, uh.. What's your name?" He scrambled over, scooping up the weapon, hoping you'd let him salvage this disaster.