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“Is your idea of some sort of twisted joke?”
Zuko dismisses the very wrong concept of his voice, his body, addressing him, instead staring down at the darker, very feminine hands he now possessed.
“Are you even listening?”
“Hey!”
It was the Avatar.
Katara froze, her shock registering wrongly on his face. Zuko couldn’t move.
“What’s with all the ruckus?”
He snapped out it first,.
“Well Ka-Zuko and I were just talking things over.” His voice was high and feminine and hair caught in his mouth as he spoke. He twisted Katara’s face into a reassuring smile.
“That’s great!”