[The last time that Sokka was as tired as he is now, he spent an entire night running away from enemies and an entire morning fighting. It had been difficult, but there had been way too much on the line for him to slow down for a nap. That's the way he feels now, as he glances at the receipt to see if he can make out what Maureen is sketching. There's an ache under his skin that tells him he needs rest, but it's easily superseded by the desire to protect Sans — and now Maureen, too. Someone has to, and Sokka decided that he was that someone for Sans as soon as the mannequins started attacking, regardless of any complicated feelings he may have about the way they're supposed to be living life in this place. He kept imagining Sans trying and failing to hide, not picking up weapons even though he should, and he felt responsible for that, like it was his job to make sure he didn't get himself killed.
It was a relief to find him, and even though Sokka didn't know Maureen ten minutes ago, he's glad she found them, too. She reminds him a little of the Mechanist, with how she jumped into planning without formal introductions. Sokka is still operating at a disadvantage, considering he's not all that familiar with giant department stores, stock rooms, and related concepts. He's tried to learn as much as possible since arriving here, and he's doing better than he was in that first week, but he still has a lot of ground to cover. Which is exactly why he's paying close attention to everything that Maureen is saying, glancing up at the ceiling when she talks about the height. If Sokka had been able to help the Mechanist with his inventions, then he should be able to help brainstorm next steps, regardless of the gaps in his knowledge.
At least, he hopes he can. He tries not to think too hard about the last time he planned something important.]
Thanks. I wanted to make some snare traps, but this was all I could do on short notice. [And with only a crash course in the way things are organized in this place; he's lucky he found the fishing line as quickly as he did.
Sokka's been practicing his handshake, and even though it doesn't feel natural, he shakes Maureen's hand without slipping up by trying to grasp her forearm.]
I'm Sokka, and this is Sans.
[He chooses to introduce Sans so that there's no confusion about who he is in Sokka's life, aka not his father, a strong sticking point for him even after the time he's had to acclimate to pretending for the locals.]
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It was a relief to find him, and even though Sokka didn't know Maureen ten minutes ago, he's glad she found them, too. She reminds him a little of the Mechanist, with how she jumped into planning without formal introductions. Sokka is still operating at a disadvantage, considering he's not all that familiar with giant department stores, stock rooms, and related concepts. He's tried to learn as much as possible since arriving here, and he's doing better than he was in that first week, but he still has a lot of ground to cover. Which is exactly why he's paying close attention to everything that Maureen is saying, glancing up at the ceiling when she talks about the height. If Sokka had been able to help the Mechanist with his inventions, then he should be able to help brainstorm next steps, regardless of the gaps in his knowledge.
At least, he hopes he can. He tries not to think too hard about the last time he planned something important.]
Thanks. I wanted to make some snare traps, but this was all I could do on short notice. [And with only a crash course in the way things are organized in this place; he's lucky he found the fishing line as quickly as he did.
Sokka's been practicing his handshake, and even though it doesn't feel natural, he shakes Maureen's hand without slipping up by trying to grasp her forearm.]
I'm Sokka, and this is Sans.
[He chooses to introduce Sans so that there's no confusion about who he is in Sokka's life, aka not his father, a strong sticking point for him even after the time he's had to acclimate to pretending for the locals.]