89. Promises

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena's in the backyard, one fighting knife in each hand, attacking the life out of the trunk of a tree.

You know you want to know]

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[markofthewise]

[Indeed, Sokka doesn't even see it coming and puts his hands in the air.] Okay, I admit it, it wasn't that good of a pun!

[corrinesbell]

[could teach you a lesson with a few pieces of paper that would put the ones you learned from the fan girls to shame]

What do you want?

[markofthewise]

... I'm wanting to say nothing. If you don't mind, I'll keep going that direction [Sokka points off to town] and be on my way.

[corrinesbell]

[she's not usually this...um, excitable. But it's been a bad day. She'll back off and go back to her tree battle]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka sighs in relief. For a moment he considers the fact that maybe she's no just a psycho woman with a vendetta against plantlife and that he could be the one to talk her out of whatever kind of anger funk she's in. On the other hand, she might actually be a psycho woman. Deciding to err on the side of caution, Sokka sinks his hands into his pockets, whistles a nervous tune, and continues on his way. Once he's at a safe distance, he quickens his pace and gets out of there.]

[corrinesbell]

[he should have taken the chance. She wouldn't have killed him]

[markofthewise]

[yet Sokka will live to fight another day!]