𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 • [ general iroh II x oc ]

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He rolled his eyes and gave her a scoff. Of course she wouldn't tell, why would something like dignity matter to a woman like her? He took a deep breath and kept quiet, deciding to keep all comments to himself as he continued to walk alongside her. He let out a quiet sigh and decided to distract himself from the alluring sight of her sauntering by looking around at the depressing scenery of their current location.

"Why are you in such a horrible mood anyway?" She casually asked.

He shot her another scowl, irritated by her comment. "Because I was stuck wandering a depressing neighborhood on my own? Or I'm irritated by the fact that I have to rely on a...a..." He hesitated to say the word before grumbling under his breath. "A hooker to get me to my hotel room. Would you be in a good mood if you were in my shoes?" He murmured, his eyes scanning their surroundings as they continued to trudge down the street.

"I would be estatic actually." She said quite genuinely.

He couldn't help but let out a huff of disbelief at her response, his irritation growing further. "You would be ecstatic? To be in my shoes right now, lost and walking down this depressing street?" He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

She huffed back. "If I were in your, tidy, clean, and if I may add, very polished shoes. Id use this as a learning experience. Maybe stop and consider that people have to live in depressing streets like these." She spat.

Her words were like a bitter spoonful of truth that he wasn't ready to swallow. He hated the fact that she was right but he was not ready to admit that fact to her. A long sigh escaped his lips and an almost guilty look flitted over his face, but it quickly disappeared by a scowl. He didn't like the way this woman could so easily get under his skin.

"Second of all, are we fucking right now?" She asked bluntly.

He turned his face to look at her with a surprised and almost offended reaction, his eyes widening slightly at her question. "What? No." He replied back incredulously, almost flustered by the question.

"Did you pay me 50 yuans to fuck you?" She asked calmly.

"No!" He snapped back.

"I thought so. So right now, to you, I'm not a hooker. I'm just some girl, who offered to get you out of this dump." She huffed, looking away and shaking her head.

He let out a low groan and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a few deep breaths.

The streets, as they continued to walk, got nicer and nicer as they approached the business district. She earned a few catcalls on the way, despite the strong man she was standing next to.

A man whistled to her from the sidewalk a few steps behind them, he stood up and walked semi close behind her.

"Hey!" He was clearly intoxicated. "Smile for me little lady!" He followed her and reached to grab her ass.

When the man hardly groped her, the girl spun around to face the drunk man, her eyes hard and cold as she glared at him.

She quickly punched him square on the face hardly and effectively, almost to a shocking degree. She hardly kicks him between his legs, making the man fall to the ground.

She did it with such agility and spleen that it all happened in less than a second. "Being assaulted in the street isn't that fun is it!? Huh?!"

Iroh couldn't help but stare in surprise at her quick actions, now the drunkard was crawling awkwardly on the floor, his hands tightly grasping over his crotch.

"I swear to spirits, I catch you doing that to anyone again, I will stop being so polite." She harshly scoffed and started walking away, Iroh followed her. The drunk man's voice could be heard behind them.