Prompt: Mai and Sokka; boredom

For: 3VAD127

Words: 321

Disclaimed.

Now That We're Men We Have Facial Hair Part Eleventy Seven

"I'm bored."

Sokka glanced at Mai, incredulously at that, as that had been probably the millionth time that she had voiced her state of boredom. Not that he was counting; he was too busy trimming his three month long facial project; perfecting it so as to wow the pants off (not to his enjoyment, of course) of Zuko. He was currently glued to the mirror, mini shears in hand, and wearing spectacles.

"Mai, can't you run off and tell your servants how excited you are about life? I'm kinda busy here."

"I hope you remember that you're the guest in this house and I could just as easily kick your sorry ass into the streets as I having my chef singe that pitiful excuse you call a beard off your ugly mug. Your choice."

He glared into the reflection of Mai in the mirror, pouted, and groaned. "Uuuuggh, fine." He began muttering to himself as he cut individual stray hairs from his mutton chops. "Fuck, women are psycho. One minute they're blah, then they're BLAUGH, then blah, then BLAUGHAHA, then blah..."

Down the hall, Zuko was walking with an air of royalty about him, his bountiful and black forest of stubble adding to the atmosphere of reverance. He could faintly hear odd sounds of BLAAGHAHA and blah coming from his room at equal intervals; sounds he'd never heard from Mai, ever. He was curious, so he stroked his beard, and approached the master room and began to turn the handle, in turn hearing Mai whispering in her monotone voice, a metal object hitting the floor, and the heavy drapery rustling. He then slammed the door open, having had enough of the suspense, and found Mai sitting on a chair, mini shears on the floor near his vanity (yes, his), and Sokka's body standing near the drapeless window with his head tightly wrapped with the curtains. Wait, what?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Wow, so the word count is way over my limit, but this is a special (I just decided) three part series! You know, like those 30 minute shows whose specials are an hour long! It's called the Facial Hair Special.

You'll have to wait a bit for the last part, though, cause two updates in one day is my limit for now =/ I'm pooped from writing these drabbles, which is sad cause they really requied no emotion or plot development or thinking. In fact, all they need is the ability to read, write, and humorize any situation. Thesauruses help too, because big words make any situation funny!

Kthxbaiiiii :)

I forgot on my last update as well: PROMPT IT, hahaa.