He had waved them as they proceeded out of the door. He smiled and let a deep sigh, relishing the moment for what it was.
The whole experience of meeting a talking teapot was an adventure enough on its own. However, getting to know both Mrs. Potts and Belle felt just like the adventures he used to pursue in his life before Paixao, and it made him feel nostalgic in small doses. A small amount of cleanup would be performed, and a flash of his times after a military campaign would flash and produce a chuckle from under his breath. Another cup would be placed into the cabinet. Zuko's face trying hard to retain a smile from one of his corniest and most awful jokes comes to light and his lips crook a bit further into a warm smile. It all livened up his spirit just as much as meeting the new people here.
He came to realize that this was his next adventure. Although it hadn't been in a world he was familiar with, he remembered that none of his adventures had familiar territory or even familiar people. It was the process of becoming familiarized that made him grow attached to their unique qualities, whether it would be a classic war story or a time of meditation while wrestling Zuko's doubts. Still, it was important for him to carry on here. The potential to run into familiar figures was still at hand, and the ones he was becoming familiar with weren't too bad either.
He whistled as he shined the last cup from the wash bin and surveyed his new home. With the room's natural ambiance receiving a natural hum from the bustling streets outside, the shrillness of silence wasn't ringing in his mind or in his ears. The loudest thing in the room were his teapots, and he liked it just that way.
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The whole experience of meeting a talking teapot was an adventure enough on its own. However, getting to know both Mrs. Potts and Belle felt just like the adventures he used to pursue in his life before Paixao, and it made him feel nostalgic in small doses. A small amount of cleanup would be performed, and a flash of his times after a military campaign would flash and produce a chuckle from under his breath. Another cup would be placed into the cabinet. Zuko's face trying hard to retain a smile from one of his corniest and most awful jokes comes to light and his lips crook a bit further into a warm smile. It all livened up his spirit just as much as meeting the new people here.
He came to realize that this was his next adventure. Although it hadn't been in a world he was familiar with, he remembered that none of his adventures had familiar territory or even familiar people. It was the process of becoming familiarized that made him grow attached to their unique qualities, whether it would be a classic war story or a time of meditation while wrestling Zuko's doubts. Still, it was important for him to carry on here. The potential to run into familiar figures was still at hand, and the ones he was becoming familiar with weren't too bad either.
He whistled as he shined the last cup from the wash bin and surveyed his new home. With the room's natural ambiance receiving a natural hum from the bustling streets outside, the shrillness of silence wasn't ringing in his mind or in his ears. The loudest thing in the room were his teapots, and he liked it just that way.