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[headaching]

Zuko points out, "I'm not the one who watched me skate for three hours straight."

He drops his board to the ground, mounts it, then skates a smug circle around Sokka. They refuse to participate in eye contact by glaring at the sky with arms crossed tight over their chest, drawing Zuko's attention to the tattoo banded around their flexed bicep. He stops skating entirely in favor of fixating on the curves of their muscles and the freckles falling from their shoulders.

If Sokka notices Zuko's fallen guard, they don't seem to care. "It wasn't straight," they argue obstinately.

Zuko pries his eyes from Sokka's arms to flatly dismiss, "You're not funny."