[Bumi, who'd been distractedly rearranging his tiles the way a card sharp would a deck of well used cards...freezes.
There's only one person who has that particular voice, and Bumi hasn't heard it in at least forty years. He was in his early twenties when he attended the State Funeral held for Iroh.
He looks up from his tiles very slowly, eyes wide with shock...and if we're honest, a little bit of fear.]
I am Jack's wild muppety flail
There's only one person who has that particular voice, and Bumi hasn't heard it in at least forty years. He was in his early twenties when he attended the State Funeral held for Iroh.
He looks up from his tiles very slowly, eyes wide with shock...and if we're honest, a little bit of fear.]
...rutting bagermoles.