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[princeinexile]

[Millitimed to Crack Of Effin' Dawn today.]

Zuko sits at a table near the door, sipping tea and having a breakfast that is distinctly Japanese. Fish and rice and broth and pickled vegtables.

A small bag occupies one of the chairs next to him, and he watches and waits, alert, bright eyed.

Almost excited.

He even smiles on occasion.

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He nods.

"No wonder we get along."

And then he settles in to eat his breakfast and drink his coffee for a time.

[princeinexile]

Zuko is one of these people who radiates 'must move' energy, but -- he does manage to contain it long enough to get through breakfast.

Barely.

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He smiles indulgently at Zuko before finishing, standing and cleaning his plate carefully. He looks to Zuko, picks up his bag, and heads for the door.

[princeinexile]

Hey wait-- his-- bag?

Zuko blinks, but is on his feet shortly and following after. "I can carry it." It's very light. Just clothing, likely. He doesn't know what he's going to need at a god's forge! But it never hurts to have clean pants!

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He turns back and gives Zuko a look.

It is half 'I'm a god and you don't think I can carry a bag of clothes' and half 'don't be silly, I'm already holding it and we're three feet from the door'.

[princeinexile]

Zuko blinks and gives him a 'it's impolite to make your host haul your crap' and '...yeeah okay I have no arguement for that.'

He gives up and -- hey, look. The Door.

NOW He's looking back with '...ready when you are.'

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And Hephaestos opens the door, a blasting warmth hitting them both.

He smiles.

And gestures.

'After you.' it says.

[princeinexile]

Warmth is love.

Zuko is eager.

And then, he's through the door.

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And out they go, closing the door behind them. (http://forge-fire.livejournal.com/1035.html)