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Mai was not amused. This was a general truth, really, but today it was especially true. Not that you could tell by looking at her. She was smiling, after all. Couldn't stop, in fact. Which only made her bad mood worse.

How did Ty Lee manage to do this all the time? Didn't her cheeks hurt? And did she really have these random urges to do cartwheels just because?

It... would explain a lot.

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"Right," she manages.

"I don't suppose..." No. She doesn't suppose.

[princeinexile]

"Hmm?"

What aren't you supposing, Mai?

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"It's nothing." Really. Nothing at all.

[princeinexile]

"If you say so," he says, and then looks away.

He kissed Steph this morning, he realizes. Kissed her and is now here feeling awkward with a girl he once--?--liked and was just with a girl he knows he did love-- but can't have.

It makes for a messy jumble of thoughts.

"Guess I'll see you on the other side of the door. Maybe."

Or maybe not. Maybe it won't ever happen.

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"I--" no, she doesn't want to say "hope so". Not with how it might turn out.

"Maybe." Ty Lee never looks this sad. For that matter, neither does Mai.

[princeinexile]

Maybe.

He nods once, grabs his pack, and goes.




His heart is twice as heavy as he thought it would be.