paradisalost | keeping promises.

Entry tags:

jet,
katara

keeping promises.

who: jet (

rappelle) and katara (

kyasdaughter).
what: checking in after the expedition. :|a
when: monday, november 21st, noon-ish.
where: katara's room.
rating: pg.

Knock knock.

Overall, Jet was lucky, during the expedition. There hadn't been anything he couldn't handle, the people he'd gotten stuck with had been generally alright, and even the train crash hadn't left him very much worse for wear. Some cuts, bruises, a few deep scrapes. He's had worse, and will probably get worse in the future.

He'll think about the things he saw, the things he learned, and whatever went down last night later. For now, he's checking in, because Katara had asked him to, and he's working on the 'actually keeping his promises' thing. He's a little later than he said he'd be, but he's sure she won't begrudge him the time he took to throw on a change of clothes. He's here, like he promised.

Besides, he's curious to see what eight year old Katara looks like.

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Katara pulls the door open, looking a little distracted - it'd been a few days since Jet had promised to stop by, and she isn't immediately expecting him when she opens the door. "--Jet!"

And eight year old Katara is tiny, adorable, and just as overbearing as she's always been.

"You're back. And you're alright! Come in."

He takes a second because -- whoa. This is weird. Hearing her and seeing her are two different things entirely. He almost feels like he should crouch, to talk to her.

But he just slips inside, fighting a smile.

"Of course I'm okay. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. You could have gotten hurt."

Katara's room is surprisingly spartan. There's a bedroll, a dresser and a window, but few artifacts from home. There is a small kitchenette, however, and Katara is clamoring over to that now, reaching up and struggling only a little with the tea she's starting.

If he crouches to talk to her, she'll hit him.

"Sit down."

It would be worth it.

The room does surprise him, to some degree. Katara's been here a lot longer than he has; he'd expected a bit more. But Katara is good at surprising people.

"There wasn't too much to get hurt from. Other than... well. You sure you don't want some help with that?"

This isn't home to her. She'll never let it be home for her. So, for now, this bedroom is a place that she keeps her few things and sleeps. That's all.

But she does shoot him a scathing look at the offer.

"I don't need help. I am a perfectly capable adult. Now sit down." She'll just be balancing precariously on that stool, there.

He fights another smile. Katara is also good at being stubborn and bossy. He doesn't sit.

"Needing help isn't what makes you a kid. I'm not going to watch while you topple over."

"I'm not going to topple over." And precariously as she is perched, she's good on her word: she doesn't. "You've been out on that expedition. Just relax and let me make you some tea, okay?"

Does the clumsy eight year old struggling with boiling water frighten you, Jet?

Perhaps. He rolls his eyes and comes on over, leaning against the wall to the adjoining kitchenette.

"Like I said, it didn't exactly tire me out."

And he doesn't look it, either. Last night, at least, he'd been able to get some decentish rest, under the open sky for the first time in a week. And most of his minor injuries are covered by his clothes.

"Well - you need to get some rest, anyway. It couldn't have been an easy journey." She sighs as the water starts boiling, climbing off of the stool and moving to the sink. She is pointedly not looking at him; she feels ridiculous. "I stayed behind to protect the castle... we were attacked when we were all stuck on those pirate ships, so I thought everyone leaving wasn't a great idea, probably. Good thing I stayed, too.. I wouldn't have been much use like this."

He is pointedly looking at her.

"I doubt you'd have been a problem. There was some little kid in the group I got stuck in -- couldn't have been more than six -- and he made it fine. With some help."

Katara, apparently, has a problem with this.

"Who brings a six year old on a mission like that?!"

Jet just shrugs.

"The six year old decided to come for himself. And it wasn't exactly a mission, remember. It was just supposed to be about exploring."

"That kind of stuff is always dangerous, though." She sighs, planting her hands on her hips as she waits for the water to start boiling.

Jet takes out his mouthgrass to gestuculate with it.

"As dangerous as a three foot tall kid handling a pot of boiling water?"

She turns on the tap, dipping her fingers in it and flinging cold water droplets in Jet's direction.

"Except I'm not actually a three foot tall kid."

He grins, holding up a hand to casually shield his face.

"You're in the body of one, though. Look, if it makes you feel better, I'll never offer to help you with anything after this. On my honour."

"Nope, I don't want to hear that -- because with my luck in Paradisa, a giant frog will try to eat me next week, and I don't want to see you, watching from your castle window and going--" She affects a high, incredibly unflattering falsetto for him here as she pours some of the water into cups. "--'Oooh, Katara, I COULD help you, but nahhh.'"

He chuckles good nqturedly, after a mock-glare.

"You'll live to regret that one. But fine, if you really want me to come to your rescue that badly...

She's quiet for a moment, watching the tea steep.

"I trust you, you know." It's blurted, a bit of a non-sequitur.

And for a split second, it's easy to see that she's thrown him for a bit of a loop with it. Of course, he knows that Katara has mostly let go of the resentment that she harboured for what passed between them all those months ago, but still, to hear her say it is... a little strange.

It's gone after a seecond, though. He grins.

"Sure, you do." The grin eases into a smile. "You should."

"More like I don't have any choice," Katara huffs, flicking a little more water at him as she climbs off of the stool. It's in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness of her earlier statement more than anything else, and she shrugs a little at him as she starts toward her small, round table. "I've never been able to turn away a stray cat, you know."

Not that they got a lot of those in the South Pole. Her teasing point is made, though.

"Come have your tea."

He gives her a wry look as he comes over to take his cup from her, bending deep at the waist to exagerrate her shortness.

"What's with you and the insults today? First I've got a girl's voice, now I'm a cat. You're going to hurt my feelings."

"You started it when you tried to help me make tea. Just because I'm a little short.."

She's having a little trouble getting into her chair.

"And clumsy."

He stands and watches her struggle pointedly. He'd probably get a thwack if he tried to help her, anyway.

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