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Jet has a new reason to hate firebenders. Their damned ‘rising with the sun’ bit. Or whatever play line it was that Zuko used to describe always waking up at the literal asscrack of dawn. He grouches into their bed’s pillows, the silk still a little too luxury to be totally comfortable. You’d think Zuko would be a swift waker too, what with his stealth skills, but noo.
“Well good morning to you too, Jet.” The amusement in his voice is palpable. How rude.
“Shush it, Li. No wonder the fire nation sucks. No sane person wakes up this early and enjoys it.” Of course, all Jet gets in return is a snort at the psuedonym-turned-term of endearment and insult. It astounds him everyday they’ve both gotten to a point they can talk like this without going at each other’s throats. Instead they like it, relish each other’s presence wholeheartedly. It’s wild. But, that’s for Afternoon Jet to think about. Not a groggy Morning Jet.
He can practically see Zuko’s likely eyeroll in his head. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Are you going to join me for breakfast and morning meditation or are you going to stay where you are?” With this, he’s by Jet’s side of the bed and softly messing with a strand of his hair. Lucky for him, his face being buried into the aforementioned pillows hides the flush he gets at Zuko’s own use of a pet name. Open affection? From either of them? Crazy. Yet here we are.
Anyhow, he turns his head and gives his usual charming (Yes, it is charming! No it’s not dorkish! Shut up Zuko!) grin, if a bit tiredly. “The only way you’re getting me out of this bed is if Dimǔ Herself tells me to get up. Besides, we all know morning meditation is just what you call sitting by your favorite turtleduck pond.”
Zuko’s expression is bordering dangerously on a pout. “Even if it’s Firelord’s orders?”
“Especially if it’s Firelord’s orders. I’ve got no loyalty to this nation nor your royal role, even if i’m technically your personal guard, babe.” Zuko barks out a laugh at this. Admittedly, it’s music to his ears.
“Alright. I’ll be sure to tell the chefs to delay your breakfast to a later point of day. Don’t get too relaxed without me.” For his totally troubles, Jet gets a quick peck on the head.
“No promises.” Zuko heads off with a last, barely jabbing poke on his arm. Nevermind, all declarations of love are withdrawn.
Wellll. That last part might just be an exaggeration. Yeah, they’re doing just fine.