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[The communicator is turned on to nothing but darkness for a few seconds, and some quiet shuffling and rustling of cloth. A click, and the hinges of a door squeak softly as it opens, though the video feed is still dark. Another second of silence before suddenly, there is a loud clatter and a hiss of surprise from Zuko. The communicator falls out of his pocket, landing with a thunk on the ground and focusing on the dim outline of his form as he hurriedly shuts the door behind him and picks up something from the ground, grumbling under his breath.]
Why'd they leave things in front of the door where people can trip over them...
[And then another, smaller silhouette suddenly comes into in view.]
'Cause they knew someone would try to sneak in.
[Zuko's silhouette appears to be crossing its arms in annoyance.] Aang, why are you even awake at this hour?
[Aang frowns, the light from his communicator as he holds it up brightening the room more, which allowed him to see just how much of a mess Zuko was.] This.
[Zuko also frowns.] It's nothing.
[As he pushes past Aang, the device's illumination flashes a good look at his body for a few moments. Most of him is stained in dried blood, and new drops of bright red are visible oozing from numerous cuts along his forearms and through tears in his clothing. He bends to pick up his own communicator, the camera angle spinning out of clear focus before he flops onto the couch and turns it off just as accidentally as it was turned on.]
((OOC: Red = Zuko Green = Aang ))
Why'd they leave things in front of the door where people can trip over them...
[And then another, smaller silhouette suddenly comes into in view.]
'Cause they knew someone would try to sneak in.
[Zuko's silhouette appears to be crossing its arms in annoyance.] Aang, why are you even awake at this hour?
[Aang frowns, the light from his communicator as he holds it up brightening the room more, which allowed him to see just how much of a mess Zuko was.] This.
[Zuko also frowns.] It's nothing.
[As he pushes past Aang, the device's illumination flashes a good look at his body for a few moments. Most of him is stained in dried blood, and new drops of bright red are visible oozing from numerous cuts along his forearms and through tears in his clothing. He bends to pick up his own communicator, the camera angle spinning out of clear focus before he flops onto the couch and turns it off just as accidentally as it was turned on.]
((OOC: Red = Zuko Green = Aang ))
