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[Katara has never had issue with the beds in Paradisa. They were warm, comfortable, but as snug and content as she is in the blankets, she can sense that there’s something maybe just a little off. There’s pressure against her arm and side - something is cuddling her.

Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —

She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.

Oh. It was Joshua.

Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]

[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]

What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!

[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]

Huh, Langley...?

Joshua?!

[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]

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[ Oh that's not Asuka. It's that water girl. Unfortunately he's too comfortable to really care, so he's just rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head to block out her voice if she wants to scream some more. ]

[Joshua is dangerous.

Joshua is dangerous. She promised Zuko she wouldn't go near him again.

But come on - that's her bed. She assaults the pillow with her journal, smacking it in irritation.]

Get up! Get out, you're in the wrong room!

[ IT MIGHT AS WELL BE ASUKA, for how easily he's getting sleep. Really it isn't his fault he keeps waking up in girl's beds, okay? This bed was supposed to belong to a 'kid' that never used it...

Finally, with a sigh, Joshua sits up, dropping the pillow and promptly shoving Katara clean off the other side of the bed with a calm, tired look on his face. Not with enough force to knock her into any walls, but don't hit him with your journal bitch. ]

Good morning.

Agh!

[Her cry and the fact that hits the ground in a jumble of sheets and her own limbs would have been incredibly comical if it hadn't been Joshua that had done it.

She stands up, dragging the sheet with her and still clutching the journal - but at least she's a little more wary now.]

Please get out of my room.

[She's not even going to ask what he's doing there. She'll let her temper spill over about that later.]

[ He doesn't want to go out there in his lions and tigers pajamas, all barefoot! It's freezing!

...Okay he doesn't actually care about that, but he's still taking his sweet time as he climbs out of the bed and stretches. Why do girl's beds always smell so different? ]

Gladly. You're clearly not a morning person.

[ Except when he goes to try to open the window, it won't budge. And Joshua isn't a weakling. What window could beat him?! ]

What did you do, reinforce these?

Why would I reinforce my windows?

[She hovers near the foot of her bed, journal still clutched in one hand. Pajamas would be a luxury at this point - she's in her damn wraps.]

Just - use the door.

[ He stares at her like she's a little slow. The better question is probably 'Why WOULDN'T you?' with people like him normally able to go in and out of them with ease. ]

Hmph, fine.

[ There's more a risk of him being seen at this hour in the halls, but if he moves at light-speed it shouldn't be an issue unless he runs into someone like Clark.

So he walks across the room to try and open the door. When it doesn't give, Joshua steps back and flicks his gaze to her, voice suddenly cold. ]

Hm, if I didn't know better, I'd say this was a trap.

[If he's able to travel via window, has super speed and super strength powers at his disposal, then what the hell sort of good is reinforcing her windows going to do?

She shoots him an equally sour look, but she's still cautious.]

.. it's just a door. Why would I want you trapped in here with me?

[Katara paces to him and the door, hands held up and palms toward him (as if he really cares whether or not she plans on being aggressive), before grabbing the doorknob.

She twists it. And then she twists it again, a little more frantically.]

What did you do? Why isn't it opening?!

Freeze it.

The door?

Just do as I say, if you want me out of here.

Fine.

[She wishes up a bucket of water, flinging it at the door and freezing it solid, before fixing him with a questioning look.]

[ Joshua assumes she understands how much easier it is to break something once it's frozen. And since he suspects this is either castle induced or reinforced from the hallway for some reason, he's not going to screw around.

Golden light suddenly sparks into life above his palm, the crackling energy not any bigger than his hand but obviously not something to be touching. Then Joshua flings it forward with a good SLAM the door. The explosive impact of his strength combined with the energy is enough to make her entire bedroom shake, the ice shattering and falling to reveal a large dent and crack spanning the length of her door. ]

Huh. Must be the castle.

[She steps back to give him room the moment the light sparks above his palm, tensing and setting her stance a little defensively as the room shakes.

It's really not opening, she thinks and almost says aloud, before realizing that he'd probably just mock her for that, too.]

I can't believe the castle has locked us in a room together. This is stupid.

[ He'd have to agree, especially if it lasts a week like normal. Turning, he squints at her for a bit before shrugging and turning to head back over to the bed, horns out of sight once more. ]

Guess I'll go back to bed until breakfast is made. Can you make pancakes? Or an omelet?

[Don't instigate, Katara.

Don't instigate.

Don't instigate.]

.. I can cook. But only for one. And don't sleep in my bed!

[ At that, he makes a point of flopping noisily onto it and sprawling across it. Diagonally. ]

Then you might want to set up another bed for me. And who only knows how to cook for one? If you can cook, you can cook. No need to be rude.

You can wish up your own bed.. you don't need me doing that for you.

[But if he's going to flop on her bed, she's at least going to grab some clothes to pull over her wraps.]

And it's not that I can't cook for you. Mostly that I just won't. You're an intruder.

[ Sure he can, but they'd need to re-arrange furniture first, and he might be willing to help but noot with that attitude, young lady! ]

I'm not. I didn't choose to come in here. The castle trapped me in here. At least you're in your own bedroom, and all your things are here. How am I supposed to feel?

If I woke up in your room, I certainly wouldn't be rolling around in your bed.

[Joshua. You are wigging her out a little, bro.]

Just - please stay out of my bed? It's making me uncomfortable. We can make something to eat.

Well if you did, I'd tell you to stop rolling around. That's a supposed to be a mutual activity.

[ She probably won't even get that, but who cares. Wish a shrug, he grudgingly rolls out of the bed. ]

Fine. But that means you cook. I don't cook.

[A mutual..?

She shoots him a frown, but at least he's out of her damn bed.]

Okay, fine. I'll cook, but you're still going to have to help me.

[ You may be saying words, Katara, but they don't mean anything. So he's going to instead sit at the little table and rest his head there. Yaaawn. ]

[She snaps her fingers at him.]

I need you to crack some eggs into a bowl.

You can't crack eggs on your own? You're never going to find a husband.

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