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Cooking

Amon/Lieutenant
“I didn’t know you could cook” Amon mused as he eyed the bowl placed in front of him.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” his Lieutenant replied, a bit gruffly.

Amon looked up and smiled beneath the mask. “Water Tribe noodles? A favorite of mine.”

“Well I added some fire Nation spices, so don’t be feeling too nostalgic. My mother used to make these for me. My father loved them.”

Amon grabbed his utensils then looked back down at the bowl. He wasn’t entirely sure how to do this.

The Lieutenant sighed and stood. He made a line for the door but Amon grabbed him by the arm as he walked by, stopping him in his tracks. “Stay with me,” he whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked. Amon only nodded in reply. The Lieutenant made his way back to his chair and sat down.

Amon leaned forward and slid his mask up past his mouth. The angle provided the Lieutenant no clear view of any part of the man beneath, but it would not have been difficult to sneak a glance. Of course he wouldn’t, though.

The Lieutenant smiled to himself then took a bite of his noodles. He was pretty sure this was the first time Amon had ever trusted someone enough to eat in front of them.

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