[In some universes, very different from his own, people never expect men in red robes. In this particular universe, or this other particular universe perhaps, one never expects Toph Beifong. His feet go out from under him as he grips the slab, gritting his teeth as he slides to a stop right by her.]
[With an arched eyebrow and shaking his head, smiling faintly, he stands up.]
Oh, right. How silly of me to ask.
[Rock dust is brushed away with a sigh.]
And it looks like the exact same thing as you: being lost.
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[With an arched eyebrow and shaking his head, smiling faintly, he stands up.]
Oh, right. How silly of me to ask.
[Rock dust is brushed away with a sigh.]
And it looks like the exact same thing as you: being lost.