SwampFoxTheThird

"Ha!" "Ha, what?" "Ha! I have a reason and not even you, Sokka, can deny it." "… What are you talking about?" "Do you remember what you told me last night?" "Y-yes?" "You said that cuddling was a silly activity." "I did?" "You did. But I have reason that not even your scientific brain can deny." "To prove that cuddling is useful?" "Yep." "So what is your great evidence?" "The second law of thermodynamics." "……. You've lost me." "Easy. I'm endothermic and you're exothermic. Therefore, to achieve thermal equilibrium, cuddling is a necessity until said balance is reached." "…. Toph, have you been in the cactus

I'd known from a young age that I was never suited for a regular job. I couldn't sit still inside for too long at a time, so an office job would probably have killed me. Hot air ballooning was definitely me. Every day I went to work, I would flash back to myself as a child, running in winding circles around the lawn with my arms outstretched, mimicking the giant metal birds that soared through the sky. My feet had never left the ground for more than a few seconds, but my head was firmly in the clouds where it had always belonged. That child-like, instinctive love of flight had never left me, and I felt it whenever I went up in my balloon 

 Republic City was bursting at the seams like it always was now a days.  People hurrying down the street to their work place, the merchants in the market screaming their deals and trying to get a sale.  Elderly people sit at shops and play games like pia sho, or whatever they managed to get their hands on, with a cup of steaming tea just inches away.  Children laugh and play with each other while their mother's chat in the stores. It's not any different than what his cousin tells him in her letters.  Still he's not use to it, and he sticks out as a traveler, not uncommon, but clearly an announce to some.  Like he care's though, all he wants