[He... hears both of those and neither really makes a whole lot of sense to him. To be fair, Aang's makes more sense and it's clearly something painful for him (why?) so he keeps his gaze fixed on the squirt for some time. He fluttered there and sighs, before-
...Linda you had the same idea, didn't you.
At the same time Masaomi claps a hand on Aang's shoulder she pats his side. Their motions are quite in sync]
Sounds like "nirvana," where I come from. I'm not sure it'd suit a man like me.
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...Linda you had the same idea, didn't you.
At the same time Masaomi claps a hand on Aang's shoulder she pats his side. Their motions are quite in sync]
Sounds like "nirvana," where I come from. I'm not sure it'd suit a man like me.