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

Tea Time 1

Sokka sat there for a moment, his eyes closed, his and Zuko's foreheads pressed together, nothing but their breathing and the hushed sounds of the waves met his ears. He kissed the Prince's forehead before getting out of bed, needing to use the bathroom, and move into his own room to grab some clean clothes, he didn't mind being in his boyfriend's, jeez, using the word boyfriend was so weird to him, clothes, he liked that they were a little bigger on him, but then again he wanted to wear his own clothing.

He walked towards the exit to the room and looked towards the bed, smiling when he saw that Zuko was still asleep. He opened the door slowly, hearing small creeks startled him, snapping his head in Zuko's direction, his heart beating quickly, but then he felt himself relaxing whenever he saw that the taller teen was still asleep. He opened the door, just enough that he could slip out, closing it just as softly as when he opened it, went to his door, repeating the same process, grabbing a slightly baggy crimson shirt and matching poofy pants, pulling them on, using strings that he added to the waist band of his pants to tighten them.

Once again, he creaked the door open, shut it just as slowly then wondered down into the lower level of the ship, wanting to check on the younger boys from his tribe, they had all accepted their fate, none of them hated it, but they didn't enjoy it that much either. They were apathetic about the situation, this made Sokka a little bit happier, but he wished that they could go home, back to their sisters and mothers, wishing he could return to his sister, to his gramgram and the Avatar. He shook those thoughts out of his head once again and rubbed his forehead while walking towards a small corner in the back where they would all go to the bathroom, there were buckets. Seeing as the majority of the ships passangers were fire benders they burn the buckets and grab new ones, or they would empty the contents, burn those, and use the water from the kitchen to rinse out the buckets. Either way, they were cleaned or replaced everyday.

The young teenager did his business, then went back up onto the deck area, wondering around a little before finally heading towards the kitchen, opening the dual swinging doors to see Iroh with a cup of tea, his small table with majohng pieces, pairs that had been made resting next to him. The old man looked up to Sokka and smiled "Well, good morning Sokka," he pulled am extra cup from his sleeve "would you like some?"

The teen smiled back at Iroh, washing his hands with hot water quickly "Good morning uncle," since he and the prince got closer he started to call the old man uncle, to which the retired warrior didn't mind, he enjoyed it. "If you'll allow me to, yes please" Sokka sat down across from Iroh, resting his hands on the table while waiting for his cup to get filled with the steaming leaf water the old man had roped him into enjoying so much.