A/N: HELLO MY LOVELIES, I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. It took me a while to figure out how I was going to do this chapter since neither myself nor SashaL is any good at poetry, let alone Haikus xD But I came up with something in the end. As a side note, any of you with an interest in Dragon Age or Eragon (or both) might check out an independent fanfic that I thought I'd give a shot over on my own account, AmayaDisapproves as a thing between these chapters (it's a little more regular since I already had so many chapters written and ready to go, might not be as funny as this one, though) But I do promise to try upload these chapters a little faster, so comment, vote and enjoy!
After Mogui ran off, I tried to track the guy down, but apparently, finding a tall blonde guy in a city full of people with black or brown hair is like trying to find... well, not a needle in a haystack. Maybe a golden needle in a stack of silver ones. Yeah, all stabby and hard to search.
Regardless, I couldn't find him, and as it grew later, I wandered around town with just me and my thoughts.
Until some burly guy threw Sokka out in front of me.
He sat up, dusting himself off, before sniffing "poetry" and standing up.
"Spoken word or... what? Haiku's?" I asked, startling Sokka.
"Oh, Muteki," he said. "I think it was Haiku's?"
"Ah, not a big fan," I said. "I prefer spoken word. More freedom and I feel like I can really express myself through it."
"Really? Is it just talking?"
"No!" I exclaimed as Sokka, and I walked together. "It's so much more. It's passion. It's emotion and feeling in words. It's talking like walking is swimming."
"Wow, didn't realise you were so passionate," Sokka chuckled. "Do you know any spoken word?"
"I know some that I enjoyed, or at least parts of some," I answered. "But it's really about creating your own stuff."
"Well, give me a little of something you remember," Sokka pushed.
"Really, right now?"
"Yeah!"
Spoken word included song lyrics since it was poetry put to music. I decided to use the lyrics of a song by Twenty One Pilots. Kitchen Sink.
"Just a small part?" I asked, mentally recalling the lyrics.
"I'll let you know if I get bored," Sokka assured me.
"Blasphemy, that is!"
"Just get on with it!"
"Ok, ok!"
A deep breath. And...go!
"Nobody thinks what I think,
Nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy
I'm my own shrink
Think things are after me, my catastrophe
At my kitchen sink,
You don't know what that means
Because a kitchen sink to you
Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend?
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FanfictionAgain, Like the last one, I blame Caitlin/Amaya for most of it. Sorry, but this is gonna be slow updates cause we still haven't finished it. We own only ourselves and Amaya may also own my soul... (I believe she is a she demon... (Don't tell her I...
