Kataang Week: Blush

She walked past him as he worked; they still blushed like children.

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No, I couldn't come up with anything more original, although how are you supposed to interpret Blush metaphorically anyway?

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Lazy lines, lazy colours. I hate everything that's not Katara's Face. And possibly Aang's Elbow Folds, but everything else is kind of "blehhhhhh *pen falls asleep*"

Please do not attempt to read that Aang's note says, you'll give yourself a hernia. I'm a terrible excuse for a Chinese person, I can write my name and that's basically it.

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Aang belongs to Katara.
Katara belongs to Bryke.
Art belongs to me.