006 - And now we present Sokka in an act of desperation

[alwayscomeback]

Who: Sokka and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: 11th

[The feed turns on to Sokka looking exceptionally miserable, the Blue Fish's kitchen as his backdrop. He turns to wave a hand at the empty kitchen, because this is an important part to his point.]

Do you see that, Flooters? Do you know what that is? That is a kitchen devoid of a cook, which is just about the saddest thing in the universe. Even sadder than a turtleduck with one leg. It's that sad.

SO! Does any cook here want to help out the Blue Fish? We have every single upgrade at your disposal if you want to come cook for us! We even have frozen meat and fish, hunted fresh by your handsome captain here.

[He's turning on the puppy eyes. Don't stare too much into them, they'll steal your soul.]

Please. We might die. Pleeeeeaaaaaase feed us.

Comments

[stickupherforehead]

[okay. There's a disconnect between Clay's words and his facial expressions. Maybe the shock of it is causing some neurological impairment.]

Clay, do you want me to punch anybody?

[violence fixes most things. She is also being completely serious here.]

[geonomy]

[Oop, damage control. Clay sits up straighter and holds his hands out as if to tell her to stop, though there's still a big smile on his face.]

No, no! It's fine, we're fine! No punching necessary! But very, very appreciated!

[He likes knowing bird mom cares okok]

[save_the_souls]

Ah-

[Whoa okay yeah he rather not get punched, so he's holding out his hands and shaking them in a stop motion]

- Yeah! We were just joking around, really!

[stickupherforehead]

[she just looks so very confused, glancing between Clay and Allen. Finally, she's looking back at Clay.]

Well, if you're sure. [even if he's still grinning like a maniac.

Maybe she'll get back to work and ask Rogue later.]