Can we pretend the airplanes in the sky

[actually112]

Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.

Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.

So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.

He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.

Let the inked papers fly.

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[actually112]

Aang will just take that as a yes.

He reaches out, taking Justin's hand and giving it a gentle tug. "Come on. Let's get you something to eat. You like Froyo? We don't have it where I come from, but it's really good."

[deafscythe]

Justin, of course, doesn't complain. He'll just follow along politely after Aang, and help clean up if the boy happens to make a mess. The papers on the floor should be cleaned up, but Aang's order overrides that knowledge. Justin will just have to come back later and finish the work.

[actually112]

He guides Justin to the food court, keeping his touch gentle. It seems like this man is a mute of some kind, but there's something wrong with him, more than just his voice. Aang wants to be able to sit with him for a little while.

When they get to the Froyo--or frozen yogurt, as the signs call it, even though it's not really frozen--Aang lets go of Justin's hand. "Go ahead and sit down! Do you want anything in particular? Go ahead and point!"

He just wants this man to communicate somehow.

[deafscythe]

He sits, but the command to select a flavor is overridden by the requirement to not communicate, so he just sits and stares down at the table.

There's so much wrong with this right now, but if Aang doesn't understand what's happened by this point, there's no way that he'll understand. Justin can't explain it.