Micro-fic

[deleonjh]

Herewith is a quick snippet of individual spirit snatched from the alienation of modern life (i.e., something I wrote while at work). It follows immediately after the previous scene I posted. This scene is unfinished but what the hell, here it is:

“I can’t be sure, but I’m almost positive this is your fault,” said Katara as she frantically hopped up and down in the prison cell.

“Well, I can’t be sure, but I’m almost positive you can go suck my balls,” said Toph as she sulked in the corner of the room.

“You don’t have balls, Toph, you just have a mouth that’s too big for your own good.”

“Well, you have a butt that's too big for your own good.”

“I'll have you know I have an excellently shaped rear. Wait, how would you even know? Are you feeling me up in my sleep?”

“Duh, how else can I tell what you guys look like? Did you forget that I'm blind?”

“Eww, Toph, you're like an onion of perversion. Every time I think you can't get any worse you end up topping yourself. Wait, did Aang actually wet his bed back in Ba Sing Se or was that you pranking him?”

“Hehe, do you remember him trying to hide those sheets?”

Katara rolled her eyes at the admission. “You're a complete brat, Toph.”

“I'm hearing lots of talking and not enough exercising.”

Katara mumbled curses to herself as she went back to sweating out her escape plan.

“That's it, Katara, do your best or whatever, ” cheered Toph half-heartedly. “Hey, will it help if I pee on you?”

At that moment the door to the outside opened, showing Zuko and Sokka frozen on the threshold.

“Uhh. . .” said Zuko, to which neither Sokka nor Katara had anything to add.

“Hey!” shouted Toph, breaking the spell of awkward uncertainty everyone besides her was under. “Who do I have to pee on to get rescued here?” she demanded.

“Aang, Toph is asking for you,” said Sokka.