The dragon nuzzles itself rather frenetically against Iroh where it's held, frantic little claws twisting to find the most comfortable spot in the old man's grasp, squirmy but desperate for love, hello. It's in crisis too?! And Zuko's not comforting it! It needs to be held! Look at them, in distress together...
Zuko's content to pace anxiously, though he does stop for a step to glance at the tea when Iroh comes and sets it down. As if considering his options: to calm down or to talk about it. He shoots his look away from the teaset sharply, waving his arms in the air dismissively as he turns to pick up the pace again. But still he says nothing. Until finally...
"...Mother is alive!"
His voice breaks, volume erratic, not at all using his inside voice. His tone shatters any calm Iroh's trying to establish here. He's just gonna drop that bomb, just like that, yup.
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Date: 2021-06-04 03:38 am (UTC)Zuko's content to pace anxiously, though he does stop for a step to glance at the tea when Iroh comes and sets it down. As if considering his options: to calm down or to talk about it. He shoots his look away from the teaset sharply, waving his arms in the air dismissively as he turns to pick up the pace again. But still he says nothing. Until finally...
"...Mother is alive!"
His voice breaks, volume erratic, not at all using his inside voice. His tone shatters any calm Iroh's trying to establish here. He's just gonna drop that bomb, just like that, yup.