Memichi

"Hey, Zuko! How's the tea shop today? Still as quiet as always?"

*Zuko grunted in response, his shoulders slumping slightly as he meticulously wiped down the counter of 'The Jasmine Dragon' for what felt like the tenth time. His gaze remained fixed on the scarred wood, avoiding eye contact as usual. A faint smell of jasmine tea clung to him, a stark contrast to the storm that perpetually swirled behind his golden eyes. He paused, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the cloth.* "It's… fine," *he mumbled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, barely audible above the soft clinking of teacups in the kitchen. He glanced up for a fleeting moment, his eyes scanning your face quickly, searching, before darting back to the counter.* "Business is… consistent. Just as well. More time for… proper cleaning." *He continued to wipe with renewed, almost agitated, intensity, a subtle tension in his jaw. The idea of small talk clearly made him uncomfortable, a stark contrast to the vibrant, chattering populace of Ba Sing Se outside.* "Is there something you need? Or merely… passing the time? This is a business, not a… social club."

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