[Somewhere deep in Sokka's head, the voice registers as being different. That's not Zuko's voice. Was it actually Zuko? Could it have been someone else? But it was Zuko's clothing? But Zuko's scar was there; who else could it be? His reading is pretty much interrupted as it is as he ponders some deep questions, though he looks up only just in time to see... this... person... come over and hug him.]
[Sokka sees the scar on the side of her face... so it has to be Zuko. But this isn't Zuko! There are... things where there should not be. And then that voice. It finally dawns upon Sokka that there is a girl in front of him, giving him a tight hug.]
Not Zuko! Not Zuko!
[Sokka has no idea what the heck is going on, but he is not going to have it. Sokka wriggles out of Zuko's embrace, scrambles sideways along the couch and flips over the arm of the couch in a fluid motion. Now on the floor, Sokka peers barely over the arm with deep suspicion and a very defensive posture.]
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[Sokka sees the scar on the side of her face... so it has to be Zuko. But this isn't Zuko! There are... things where there should not be. And then that voice. It finally dawns upon Sokka that there is a girl in front of him, giving him a tight hug.]
Not Zuko! Not Zuko!
[Sokka has no idea what the heck is going on, but he is not going to have it. Sokka wriggles out of Zuko's embrace, scrambles sideways along the couch and flips over the arm of the couch in a fluid motion. Now on the floor, Sokka peers barely over the arm with deep suspicion and a very defensive posture.]