driftfleet | Yadrolla System Mingle

It's not what you said, it's the way you said it. It's the, 'that's nice, thank you for your concern, but I'm going to go get my head beat in anyway.' [ An angry gesture toward the ring.

WHY ARE MEN LIKE THIS. ]

Did you forget the part where I do this weekly back home? If I thought I was in danger of damaging my shit, I wouldn't do it. I'm not a complete idiot.

[Weekly.

Wow.]

Maybe not right now you're not, but get some more blunt force trauma to your head and see what happens!

[The dangers of all the medical training she's received is that... she sees a lot more dangers everywhere.]

You're definitely overreacting . . . if someone hits me too hard in the head I'm not gonna keep fighting, you know. I don't need my shit breaking.

[ When has pointing out that someone is overreacting ever worked to calm them down?

This is reminding her too much of Sokka and Looma right now, and she makes a loud, exasperated noise. ]

That's my point exactly! Because you don't have anyone to fix it if it does, and you can't control what happens when you put yourself in these situations!

[ WHY do boys need to do this?

She exhales loudly, looks at him and then just... looks away. She shuts her eyes, pained. ] Are you done for the night?

[at least he knows when to just shut up and stop arguing. He doesn't set out to piss people off on purpose (most of the time). He just sighs and rubs at his face]

Yep, I'm done. For a few days, I was going to let the bruises heal some first. You know, 'cause I'm not an idiot.

[. . . he's mostly done being himself]

[ She gives him a dour look. ] Good.

[ She was going to offer/demand to take a look at him, but his speech isn't slurred and she's assuming that his eyesight isn't any less blurry than it normally is after he takes out an eye, so she's just going to let him heal on his own to rest his brain from being pummeled.

She'd been also thinking of saying 'walk home with me', but she's miffed, so she just shakes her head and moves to brush by him. ]

[if only her looks worked . . . as she brushes by, he just turns to follow, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking along as if she hadn't just chewed him out for his dumb boy tendencies]

[Katara activates /ignore.

She walks over to Tom. I'm done. Are you staying or going?

"Well, I'm..." glancing between Katara to her Ben-shaped shadow. "I was thinking of staying the next round."

UGH. BOYS.] You have fun with that, then.

[Turning on her heel to just leave. Why she even came tonight, she has no idea.]

[oh Tom. Tom you should know better. Ben just gives him a quick little salute with his fingers before he follows after Katara]

[ And thus Katara was spared a short-lived flirtation with an orange dude named Tom.

When she realizes Ben is still following her to the exit, she glances over her shoulder at him. ]

Why are you following me?

I'm done for the day.

[he gives a shrug and nods towards the exit] And that's the way out.

[ She glances at him and huffs, but she slows down enough so that he can walk beside her instead of behind her if he likes. ]

[look he knows now to mess with angry ladies. But he will walk next to her when she slows down]

[She walks in silence for a little bit and then glances up at him.]

Is this all you've been doing on this system?

[he shakes his head, freeing a hand to gesture as he talks]

Nope, I've been busy. Bought parts, bought a replacement arm just in case mine does get broken - told you I'm not stupid - met up with a few people missing parts and offered some sage advice -

Oh yeah, bought some glasses too. I can actually see shit now.

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

I never said you were stupid, Ben.

It's the sort of thing that goes unsaid.

[With a quick, wry quirk of her lips:] Not by me.

[She glances over to him.] Careless, though. And pointlessly reckless, if you've been doing this every week.

I do the same thing back home, you know. Not every week, sometimes I'm too busy, but - [he shrugs] It's a good way to work off stress.

[ Grumbling: ] So is hot yoga. Or running. Or watercolor. And they all involve less blunt for trauma.

[ Reckless and aggravating and... why self-inflict so much pain, so needlessly? And it served no practical purpose as far as she could see. ]

I go running, actually. Again, not every day, but a couple of times a week. [...] Watercolor is for people with some bit of skill, not me.

[ She gives him a sidelong glance. ] Have you ever tried using watercolors?

No, because I'm not artistic in any way whatsoever.

[he has no doubt in his (lack of) skill ok]

Neither is Sokka, and that doesn't stop him.

[ Shrug. ]

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