Checking all the doors to make sure they're locked (for the 3rd time tonight), Zuko finally hangs up his apron and walks back to the apartment. He still couldn't shake the kind gesture Mrs. Kenjin had done earlier, something just didn't feel right... like she knew something about him.
Sure, he could just be freaking out since it's his 3rd week underneath the fake identity as "Lee the tea server", but still she could just be a harmless old lady who maybe has a loose screw. Zuko just... didn't want be rude, so he decided to have a small bite before dinner...
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Once up the fragile, wooden stairs of the apartment block, Zuko opened the door and was welcomed by his uncle, Iroh, who had left a bit early to prepare dinner. His uncle's mouth seemed to be moving, but to Zuko's dismay, he everything seemed to be jumbled up when he spoke.
Now that he thought about it, he sure seems exhausted now. Time seemed to be slowing down, but simultaneously traveling like lightning strike. His body ached, his fingers went numb, and uncle is not making any more sense than a babbling rabbit-monkey.
Maybe if... he... closed his eyes for a while........
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"ZUKO!" He heard his uncle cry out, just as he caught him.
You know... maybe a bite before dinner was a bad idea.
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