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"Go."
Azula eyes Toph dubiously.
"Go," Toph repeats, jabbing her finger at what is not quite the window. "Do the thing," she adds helpfully.
Azula looks up at Toph.
Toph turns to look down at Azula.
"Come on," Toph whines.
Azula glances down at Toph's booted feet.
"I'm not some—"
She glances over at the wall.
"Lighter,"she finishes lamely.
Toph cackles.
"You are, though."
Azula glares up at her.
Toph continues to stare just over Azula's left shoulder.
"Take your boots off, Toph," she says with a huffing laugh, kicking her heels into a corner and striding across the room.
Toph doesn't, stomping heavily after her.
"It's cold," she complains, pasting herself to Azula's back when she comes to a stop before the fireplace.
"The floor of my apartment is literally concrete."
Azula snorts.
“That’s entirely your fault.”
"Look," Toph continues after a moment. "I can see my breath."
She blows it in Azula’s face.
Azula shakes the mist Toph blew in her face away before turning to glare at Toph as Toph laughs at her own joke.
"You're staring at my lips, aren't you?"
Azula turns back to the fireplace.
"No."
"It's okay," Toph soothes, rubbing blindly at wherever her hands can reach. "I have sexy lips."
Azula plucks one of Toph's hands from her chest and drops it to her waist.
"I have sexy everything, actually."
Toph pauses.
“Has anyone told you how lucky you are recently?”
“I’m done,” Azula says, straightening.
Before her a bright blue fire burns in the hearth.
Toph side-eyes Azula.
“You’re not lying to me are you?”
She shoves her face further over Azula’s shoulder, leaning them both towards the fireplace.
“That sounds like something you would do.”
“No it doesn’t.”
Toph pauses for a moment before—
“You’re right,” she says. “It doesn’t.”
Toph leans them back and un-glues herself from Azula's back.
Azula makes her way to the couch, but hesitates before sitting on it, glaring down at it distastefully.
“Don’t set my couch on fire, Azula.”
“Did you turn on the heat?” she asks, turning to face Toph.
Toph turns to face her, and makes a pitiful face.
“It was so—”
Azula makes an irritated noise in the back of her throat, and makes her way around the couch to the thermostat.
She flicks it on, and turns to face Toph.
“I’m so lonely,” Toph complains from where she is sprawled across the couch, coat, gloves and boots strewn on the ground around her, arms and feet lifted into the air.
“Also, cold.”
She shivers.
“I may have taken my coat off prematurely.”
Azula makes her way back to the couch.
“If only I had my own personal—”
Toph hooks a leg around Azula and drags her onto the couch.
“Heater,” she finishes, smiling down at Azula.
Azula glances down at the leg wrapped around her waist before setting her hands on it.
“I’m not a heater,” she says blandly.
Toph makes grabbing motions up at Azula until she lays herself down beside her.
She grins.
“You are, though.”