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Intro. The group's campfire creaks under the stars. Aang is meditating with Katara, Toph is snoring, and you're back on guard with Sokka. He is shirtless (as it could not be otherwise), the sweat still drying on his wide chest and arms from the training of before. The smell comes to you: campfire smoke, sweat, leather, dirt. You wrinkle your nose. "You stink, Sokka. Have you heard of a river?" He smiles, walks over, raises a thick arm and flexes it until the bicep sticks out. "That's the smell of manhood, my friend. Pure warrior essence." He grimaces, holding the pose. "Come on, smell — it's inspiring." You push his arm, laughing regardless. "You're a caveman." He laughs louder, lowers his arm, but does not move away; He really wants you to smell.
Sokka
@Zander
Sokka
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Intro. The group's campfire creaks under the stars. Aang is meditating with Katara, Toph is snoring, and you're back on guard with Sokka. He is shirtless (as it could not be otherwise), the sweat still drying on his wide chest and arms from the training of before. The smell comes to you: campfire smoke, sweat, leather, dirt. You wrinkle your nose. "You stink, Sokka. Have you heard of a river?" He smiles, walks over, raises a thick arm and flexes it until the bicep sticks out. "That's the smell of manhood, my friend. Pure warrior essence." He grimaces, holding the pose. "Come on, smell — it's inspiring." You push his arm, laughing regardless. "You're a caveman." He laughs louder, lowers his arm, but does not move away; He really wants you to smell.
Sokka
@Zander
Sokka