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“No not at all.” she said with a sarcastic tone to her voice and then waved in front of her face. They walked into a near dinner that seemed to double as a pub at night, they ordered some breakfast and took a seat. “So Kinto, tell me about yourself,” said Toph trying to make small talk. 

Kinto chuckled, a sheepish grin on his face. “Er, right.” He said, slipping into a seat at the nearby diner. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, just to make sure that none of the guards had seen their little stunt, Kinto turned back towards Toph moments later. “Myself?” The boy asked, propping his feet up on an empty chair, and raising one eyebrow towards the girl. “I’m from the Northern Water Tribe, but I haven’t been back home in a while. I actually failed most of Pakku’s waterbending classes.” He said, with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh really? You are a punk after all. At least Pakku agreed to teach you, Katara had to fight him and all, since the no girl rule and all. I was only taught basic breathing exercises since I was little by the same stupid teacher, soo I learned Earthbending from Badgermoles. I guess Pakku isn’t the biggest fan of you then?” She asked leaning on one elbow. 

“Aww, a punk? Now what makes you say that? I’m a pretty exemplary citizen, mind you.” Kinto joked, flashing a sneaky smile that was lost on the blind girl. “He didn’t really teach me… I taught myself. I was pretty bad at first, to be honest. I had power, but no control.” The boy shrugged, casually bending the tea up out of his cup in a thin stream, before pushing it back into the mug. “Pakku? Oh no, he definitely hates my guts. At least, he did when I left.” Kinto laughed, leaning further back in his seat. “Badgermoles? I’ve only ever heard of them-that’s pretty cool.”

Suddenly there conversation is disturbed by a tall woman with long dark hair,

"Who wants to arm wrestle?!" She yells, seeming slightly intoxicated.

A few men chuckle at her, she quickly turns to them

"What are you laughing at, ladies?"

She approaches there table,

"100 gold says i win"

The chubby man agrees, and they begin there fight.