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Azula was sitting at her desk, breathing deeply. Not because Ty Lee had suggested it, of course, but because it was a good way to calm herself down and think rationally about stupid people were. People in general; there were no exceptions.
I hate her. It wasn't true, but thinking it felt good, and probably helped even more than the breathing. She's an idiot. She has absolutely no concept of dignity, or tact, or privacy... Azula gritted her teeth, her fingers clenching on the arms of her chair.
Ty Lee would have to fix this-- and sometime soon, too. The thought of everybody on the community (because if that idiot Chuck Bass knew, the rumor was sure to spread) knowing about... things that she had done, when she wasn't even sure about how she felt about them herself... it made her feel sick.
I hate her.
OOC: Reference.
I hate her. It wasn't true, but thinking it felt good, and probably helped even more than the breathing. She's an idiot. She has absolutely no concept of dignity, or tact, or privacy... Azula gritted her teeth, her fingers clenching on the arms of her chair.
Ty Lee would have to fix this-- and sometime soon, too. The thought of everybody on the community (because if that idiot Chuck Bass knew, the rumor was sure to spread) knowing about... things that she had done, when she wasn't even sure about how she felt about them herself... it made her feel sick.
I hate her.
OOC: Reference.