[ this time, he does sigh fire. he doesn't mean to; bending is just an everyday aspect of life where he's from. breathing fire isn't really anything to bat an eyelash at β but it is here, and he draws a few gazes that are met with an icy cold ozai-like glare. (sometimes, he really hates how much he resembles his father. if not for the scar, he'd be the spitting image of the man.) ]
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[ this time, he does sigh fire. he doesn't mean to; bending is just an everyday aspect of life where he's from. breathing fire isn't really anything to bat an eyelash at β but it is here, and he draws a few gazes that are met with an icy cold ozai-like glare. (sometimes, he really hates how much he resembles his father. if not for the scar, he'd be the spitting image of the man.) ]