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If Bumi had been introduced to Halloween the last time it came around Bar-wise, it was an event that didn't stick firmly in his mind.

Based on how his clothing shifts when he walks through the door today, it's pretty fair to say he won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

The first hint that something drastic had occurred was the slight chill that ran down his spine.
This was due in part to the shifting of his attire, as well as the loss of the hair on his head. His United Forces overcoat has been replaced by traditional Air Nomad Robes, the kind of which his father favored, and his brother wears now.

It's not until he brings a hand up to scratch at his now-absent unruly hair that he catches sight of the blue pigment on the back of his hand.

Bumi stares at the back of both hands with a look of confusion that shifts to horror.
And then he swears.

He swears a lot.

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When Asami first enters to the bar, she's too distracted by the crate she's heaving across the room (and her relief at having found a door here so soon) to really notice anything else.

But once she's reached the bar, she hefts the crate on top, and makes a very quiet request. The crate disappears, which leaves her free to look around the room, and...

... well, that's - not something she was expecting.

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Bumi's still swearing, and he might also be trying to rub the arrows off his hands...it's not working.

Also not working for him? His ears. If there was ever any question as to why he kept his hair the length he did even with the abundance of cowlicks, his ears would be the answer.

Even with everything else, Asami might not have presumed anything in here. But she just - would be surprised that an actual Air Nomad would swear that much.

"... Bumi?"

The swearing stops the instant he hears his name. He doesn't turn around right away, but takes a moment to collect himself, square his shoulders, and take one of those deep calming breaths Tenzin is always going on about.

It doesn't really work, because...HE'S DRESSED AS AN AIR NOMAD UNDER DURESS!

But...he does at least attempt to keep himself in line and school his expression as he finally looks to her.

"Miss Sato, I didn't see you there."

"Um."

Is there a go-to comment for this? Because she would really like to know what that is. All she can come up with is the not entirely eloquent -

"What - happened to you?"

"A very cruel and unappreciated prank."

Which kind of went without saying.... But really, when has that ever stopped him before?

Does it go without saying? Because Asami has no idea what's happening.

"... who would do that?"

"Either someone insanely powerful, or colossally stupid."

The LandLord happens to be both, funny enough.

"Well..."

Asami just finds this all so perplexing.

"... can I do something to help?"

He absently scratches at the back of one hand, yet another feeble attempt to make the arrow go away. It fails.

"You mean other than never speaking of this to anyone, ever?"

"... I don't think it would ever come up in conversation."

Ever.

"You'd be surprised what you can work into conversation if you put your mind to it."

There was this one time...

"But, I take your meaning just the same. Ugh...I need a drink. A very. Strong. Drink."
With that Bumi moves in the direction of Bar.

Asami lets him pass, before following him back to the bar.

Uncertain, "Those aren't - real tattoos, are they?"

Because that would be extremely cruel.

"Spirits no, but they may as well be for how difficult it seems to remove the color."

She grimaces.

"Can I get that drink for you?"

That would be helpful, right?

He attempts to flop down on a barstool, but gets caught up in the extra fabric of his cloak. Bumi all but growls at his robes.

"i hated these things when i was a kid, and i hate them more now," he curses under his breath.

"Only if you'll join me. I have a strict rule: I only pathetically drink alone when no one's watching."

"All right, I will."

Beat.

"... but not that stuff from the Winter Solstice, okay?"

She remembers. And it is not the Solstice.

His brow furrows as he turns to look at her, until the memory surfaces, and for the first time since he's entered the bar...he smiles.

"Ha! No Schnapps, you have my word."

beat.

"Have you tried Fire Whiskey? From a world with Wizards and Magic, they tell me."

"But I'm guessing it's not actual fire?"

'Wizards and Magic' is very much a sign of 'anything is possible.'

"Alas, no. Much to my dismay. I've always envied Breath of Fire."

There's a lot about bending that Bumi envies, but a good and proper tigerdillo roar was one of his favorites.

"Sifu Bar? Some Fire Whiskey, if you please." A bottle labeled with Wizarding English and two tumblers appears before them.

"I don't think I'll risk it."

Alcohol and firebending - two things that probably always go well together.

He opens the bottle and pours her a single finger's worth of whiskey, before he goes and pours himself three times that.

"I assure you it's perfectly safe. I'm a walking case study and I've yet to explode."