my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
“Good to see you, as always, Miss Sato,” Iroh said with a warm smile, though his eyes quickly fixed upon a sleek new Satocycle in the shop.
“General Iroh,” she returns the greeting
with equal warmth and doesn’t miss the
way his gaze beelines for one of the new
Satocycle models she just finished a few
days ago.
She quickly wipes her hands on
a towel, and offers him a firm handshake.
"—-To what do I owe the visit? Interested
in a Satocycle?“ she asks.
indxstrialist reblogged this from irohthesecond and added: Asami smirks a little, running a hand along the exterior of the nearest Satomobile. “Thank you. We’ve worked really hard...
irohthesecond reblogged this from indxstrialist and added: Iroh returned the handshake, his eyes switching back to the young businesswoman -from one lovely sight to another- as he...
