Sokka: if i trapped into a room filled with explosives and the only way out was to eat a whole tomato i would die
Azula: how the hell would you even get in that situation

Azula: *studiously doing her accounting homework, listening to instrumental music, very focused*
Sokka: *upside down in his desk chair* Do you think stars have feelings?

Azula: Sure I’m alone in there.
Sokka:
Azula: And I don’t care or anything.
Sokka:
Azula: I mean, someone in my status and achievements shound care for bonds?? Not me. Not Princess Azula. No sir.
Sokka: Do you want me to hold your hand?
Azula:
Azula: Yes.

Uncle Iroh: What’s the happiest story you can think of, using only 4 words?
Azula: They like me back
Sokka: The food was free

Azula: Everyone needs a hobby to keep themselves satisfied.
Sokka: What hobbies do you like to do?
Azula: You.

Azula: You know what?! Fuck you, Sokka!

Sokka: What?! Fuck you, Azula!

Azula: Fuck you!

Sokka: Fuck you!

Azula: FUCK YOU!!

Sokka: FUCK YOU!!

Azula: FUCK ME!!

Sokka: FU-… what!?

Azula: Did I fucking stutter, peasant?

Sokka: *blushes uncontrollably*

Sokka: If you were a flower, you’d be a damn-delion.

Azula: That is a weed, Sokka.

Sokka: …

Sokka: Damn-delion.

Azula: Here, Sokka, hold this.

Sokka: …

Sokka: Azula, that’s your hand.

Sokka: Wow, the stars are beautiful.

Azula: Yeah, they are.

Sokka: You know what else is beautiful?

Azula: Me?

Sokka: …

Sokka: Yeah.

Azula: I know.

What every Sokkla Fanfic should have lol.

*Azula & Sokka meeting under good terms (he just finished training, working or whatever idk)*

Azula: *scary look* Hey snow peasant.

Sokka: Yeah.

Azula: Don’t think I find you interesting because you’re good challenger and trying to out smart me.

Sokka: Ok.

Azula: *look away* And don’t think that just because you’re nice to me that I will treat you any different from how I treat everyone else.

Sokka: Ok. *walks past her to pick up stuff*

Azula: And just because I think you’re good looking doesn’t mean I find you handsome or anything.

Sokka: Oh yeah. So how about dinner next Tuesday?

Azula: Meet up at 7?

Sokka: Sure, I have to go now. I’ll see you next week Azula! *Walks away waving his hand*

Azula: Yeah see you next wee- wait what?