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[ this is a conversation she's tried and failed to start every night for about a week now. honestly? she's getting a little frustrated, though it's more with herself than anything else. it's with a sigh that she folds her legs beneath her and seats herself across from zuko at the small table in the guest house they've been given in the town they've stopped at.

she pushes a warm cup of tea across the tabletop to him, and hopes that she isn't as transparently nervous as she feels. ]

So, Zuko...

[ katara clears her throat and takes a sip of her own tea, wincing as she affirms that yes, it is in fact still a little too hot. ]

The people here seem pretty receptive to you.

[ horrible, stilted smalltalk. but she can't just launch into this, can she?? ]

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[ okay, so. he's not sure that he and scott are exactly on what either one of them would call "good terms" right now, but he also doesn't know who else to reach out to right now. so: here he is. ]

hey. it's stiles.

[ ... alright no duh, but he's kind of casting about awkwardly here. ]

you up?

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[Well, this is miserable.

Oreki rolls about in discomfort on his couch, still in his robe and pajamas. Be it a particularly bad cold or a minor flu, he's miserable; staying home from school due to illness doesn't really have the appeal it did when he was eight, and it's been long enough since the last time he'd been sick for more than a single day that he's forgotten how tiresome it gets.

And how disgusting. The trash can is nearly overflowing with tissues, and he doesn't have the energy to clean up his half-eaten soup or tea. He's still been bathing -- really, he's tempted to spend the entire day in the bath in this weather -- but because he's been sweating from his fever he stinks a bit, too.

Fortunately, no one is going to see him like this except his family, and even they won't be back until late. So he can languish in peace and privacy.]

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( for sara! )