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So, the foot's better, but now I use a cane to get by just so I can avoid feeling like I'm walking on hot coals if I park too far away from the penny arcade.

I know right now I'm expected to make a House joke, but really, we don't have too much in common, except for that Jewish oncologist who follows me around to lecture me about self-medication. However, I did accidentally tap my cane twice on the floor and... well... now I look like this.

Fic: Fitting In (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Title: Fitting In
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,056
Characters/Pairings: Toph, Zuko, Zutara if you squint.
Timeline: Season 3
Summary: Zuko just wishes he could go five minutes without wanting to burn something down.

( The Western Air Temple had no railings, no balustrades, no parapets. Air Nomads just didn’t think to include them. All the featureless expanses shockingly twisting into falls made Zuko queasy. The only thing that helped was to sit on the edge and dangle his feet off the side. The thought of nothing beneath his heels but air for miles and miles did put him at ease. This from a suggestion made by the Avatar… Aang. His student. )