guy with mommy milkers. im talking big ones. just massive.

“I thought I saw you earlier. How have you been?” He inquired, arms folded across his broad chest.

“I see that.” He gave a soft chuckle at this. “Good. You should be keeping yourself out of trouble.”

“I can agree with that. Gotta keep on top of my own physique as well.” He nodded. If he noticed anything awkward about her, he said nothing. “How’s the bending going?”

“Maybe we should spar sometimes, see if we can help each other.” He offered. It was a genuine act of friendliness. She’s an impressive woman after all.

“Well of course. That’s how everyone spars.” He smiled and gave her a pat on the shoulder. “It’ll be fun.”

Might need a cigar.

“Oh, it will be. Shall we get started now?” He inquired, one hand going to the hem of his shirt but not removing it just yet.

“Anyone remember Amon? He seemed kinda cool. Still a dick though.”

“Good! I like it when people are prepared.” He tugged his own loose fitting blue tunic top off and tossed it off to the side. He could already tell she was strong. “No bending, just hand to hand, okay?”

/ that one superman acc that’s harassing everyone for nudes? That’s peak micro penis energy.

/ “but why would you ever look at an icky man when ✨G I R L S✨😳💖💞💅👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩” Ma’am this is a McDonald’s and I am a gay man.

“The fire nation really do their best to be involved in every good cause now, huh? It’s like they’re eternally apologising.”

“Southern water tribe sure is a lot quieter without Korra and her friends around. Good.”

“How bizarre.”

“Oh...you’ve been bad and you need to be punished? I can take care of that~” Yeets the person into a snowdrift.

/ it’s a yikes from me.

“It’s fine. I love stepping outside for more than five minutes and finding the world has gone to hell in a hand basket. Definitely fine.”