[Rewriting) Keeping the fire close [Zuko × Sokka]

Chicken legs

                        ~3rd~
The young prince took the handheld mirror from his bed and placed it into the old, slightly falling apart nightstand rested beside his bed, he looked between both of his hands and around his chamber before completely forgetting what he was going to do. He blinked for a couple minutes before stepping to his door, grasping the cold knob in his hand before turning it gently, a guard stood at his door like always to make sure the banished heir to the Fire Nation was protected at all times.  Meanwhile Sokka was in his bed, snoring away while dreaming of food, lemurs and whatever his mind decided to toss into his brain.

               ~Sokka's dream~
There was a lemur that was white, but it's face was a dark brownish gray, that same color of grey was most of its tail, three creamish colored stripes were on its tail towards the end, the same color that matched most of its torso. It's arms were stretched out wide, displaying small bat like wings attached to it's arms, the lemur's mouth was moving in the way a human's mouth would, but only muffled noises could be heard. Behind the lemur was two crispy chicken legs, they danced with each other and talked amongst themselves, until they noticed the lemur and gazed at it, then Sokka. Their faces, or what would be faces held the sourest of expressions, pure rage and hurt from betrayal was clear from the cabbage cart the Water Tribe warrior was hiding in. "You! You monster! We trusted you!" The chicken legs ran at Sokka, or bounced, like in the burlap sacks you play with when you're with friends and have a race, their bodies wiggled with rage as they bounced over to the tanned teenager, he hopped out of the cabbage cart and darted down the streets of who knows where, he sure as hell wasn't home.