okay. we'll figure it out. let yourself in. im in the bedroom
[ Sokka will find the house... surprisingly not a mess. Not as much as it had been, at least. Zuko had gone on a "cleaning" rampage yesterday after realizing the disappearances, and needed that time to decompress, like dumping out all the dresser drawers all over and separating his clothes from Azula's in wild piles on the bedroom floor was somehow cathartic and counted as cleaning technically... But by now, only one big pile of clothes remains, all obviously Azula's. He'd since devoted his attention to packing his things today.
The main wall in the main room is lined with a few crates of his own stuff, all these random things people collect over time, but for the most part he's fairly minimal in his materialism, so there's not much... There's noticeably a crate filled with some paints and bottles of ink, all in several colors, along with an elegantly patterned wooden box that Sokka may recognize as a calligraphy set, even though it's closed. And just beside it, the other topmost crate, is clearly Iroh's stuff — cans of tea leaves, a wooden pai sho case, some folded robes, a copper teakettle... There's a few potted plants, unexpected of Zuko to have flowers but not so unexpected of Iroh, particularly these red and white larkspurs.
There are also purple larkspurs still in the bedroom, in their usual spot by the bedside window. Atop the dresser is a small model ship painted to look like Zuko's old Fire Navy cruiser, as Sokka will surely recognize; it even has a little chain installed to lower the spiked bow he'd customized. Apart from this, there's nothing by way of decorations in there, and though it's quite bright and washed with sunshine with all the curtains drawn and blinds open, the room looks somehow eerily... sad. And so does Zuko. Zuko can be found sitting on the floor crosslegged in loose house clothes, grey sweatpants with a muted green T-shirt, barefoot, with a small pile of ambiguous clothing beside him, mostly red and black, and a fair collection of myriad teacups and a couple ceramic teapots spread out in front of him. He's carefully wrapping each piece in spare clothes, and setting them aside in another crate nearby. There's incense burning in a jade holder shaped like a dragon by the bedside, filling the whole place with the smells of patchouli and sandalwood. And his own real dragon is curled up beside it, asleep in a coil in the noon sunshine on the windowsill, its red scales all the more eye-catching now bathed in sunlight. But other than occasional tinkling of the porcelain and stone cups in his hands— there is silence. ]
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let yourself in. im in the bedroom
[ Sokka will find the house... surprisingly not a mess. Not as much as it had been, at least. Zuko had gone on a "cleaning" rampage yesterday after realizing the disappearances, and needed that time to decompress, like dumping out all the dresser drawers all over and separating his clothes from Azula's in wild piles on the bedroom floor was somehow cathartic and counted as cleaning technically... But by now, only one big pile of clothes remains, all obviously Azula's. He'd since devoted his attention to packing his things today.
The main wall in the main room is lined with a few crates of his own stuff, all these random things people collect over time, but for the most part he's fairly minimal in his materialism, so there's not much... There's noticeably a crate filled with some paints and bottles of ink, all in several colors, along with an elegantly patterned wooden box that Sokka may recognize as a calligraphy set, even though it's closed. And just beside it, the other topmost crate, is clearly Iroh's stuff — cans of tea leaves, a wooden pai sho case, some folded robes, a copper teakettle... There's a few potted plants, unexpected of Zuko to have flowers but not so unexpected of Iroh, particularly these red and white larkspurs.
There are also purple larkspurs still in the bedroom, in their usual spot by the bedside window. Atop the dresser is a small model ship painted to look like Zuko's old Fire Navy cruiser, as Sokka will surely recognize; it even has a little chain installed to lower the spiked bow he'd customized. Apart from this, there's nothing by way of decorations in there, and though it's quite bright and washed with sunshine with all the curtains drawn and blinds open, the room looks somehow eerily... sad. And so does Zuko. Zuko can be found sitting on the floor crosslegged in loose house clothes, grey sweatpants with a muted green T-shirt, barefoot, with a small pile of ambiguous clothing beside him, mostly red and black, and a fair collection of myriad teacups and a couple ceramic teapots spread out in front of him. He's carefully wrapping each piece in spare clothes, and setting them aside in another crate nearby. There's incense burning in a jade holder shaped like a dragon by the bedside, filling the whole place with the smells of patchouli and sandalwood. And his own real dragon is curled up beside it, asleep in a coil in the noon sunshine on the windowsill, its red scales all the more eye-catching now bathed in sunlight. But other than occasional tinkling of the porcelain and stone cups in his hands— there is silence. ]