𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 • [ general iroh II x oc ]

Pulp

Soon, Iroh felt the morning sunlight on his face and he painfully opened his eyes. He felt the hangover almost immediately. His organs scrambled to work correctly, his stomach being twisted, pushed, and jabbed in the process.

He took in his surrounding, struggling to remember where he was. It wasn't until he saw the familiar girl peacefully sleeping next to him in which he remembered. His back ached, he realized that he was sleeping on this horribly made pull out, with the girl he swore to never see again.

She was, point blank, beautiful. She was. Especially when she was without the heavy makeup she usually wore, and actually wore clothes that were casual.

But then he remembered that this was the girl that stole his wallet, that insulted him every chance she got, and had no respect for herself either. So, he was able to look passed her pretty face.

Not the greatest way to wake up.

"Who are you?" He heard a young boys voice behind him. Iroh grunted softly as he heard the small yet curious voice behind him, his mind still fuzzy with the remnants of the night before's alcohol. He turned around sluggishly, feeling a sense of surprise wash over him as he saw the young boy standing there, wide-eyed and curious.

He was almost a spitting image of his older sister. They had practically the same features, except he was a boy and younger, his hair was ruffled and he stood in his large tshirt and large sleep shorts. He had curious, yet casual look on his face.

"And why are you sleeping with my sister?" His raspy and young voice hummed. Iroh looked next to him at her, still asleep, and groaned.

He grunted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance as he tried to justify his presence. "Your sister let me spend the night, I was too drunk to go home." He muttered, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over him as he hoped the boy would accept his explanation.

"You two didn't do anything weird right? Cause that would be gross. I sit on that couch man." He clicked his tongue.

Iroh shook his head and scoffed. "No, we did not do anything weird. You can sit in peace." He felt the hangover plague his head and pound at his temple. He groaned and rubbed his head. The young boy, who he presumed to be Niko, snickered at him.

"Hungover?" He asked. Iroh nodded. The young boy simply shrugged. "My sister usually used to drink some juice when she was hungover. You want some?" He asked nonchalantly while walking into the small kitchen area.

Iroh grunted in surprise at the young boy's casual offer of a hangover cure, feeling a flicker of relief at the thought of some form of relief from the pounding in his head. He nodded mutely, feeling a sense of gratefulness towards the child for offering a simple yet effective solution. "Yes, please," He muttered softly, his voice laced with a hint of exhaustion and gratitude.

"We only have pulp. So, just putting that out there. My sister says it's better for you and natural but I think it's just because it's cheaper." The boy casually spoke. Iroh nodded and rubbed his face.

The boy poured the juice with both hands. He left it on the counter. Making Iroh get out of bed and get it himself. "Really?" He mumbled.

"I'm not your waiter man." Niko shrugged. Iroh grumbled softly under his breath as he pushed himself up from the couch, feeling a wave of vertigo hit him briefly as he stumbled to his feet. His head was still pounding with a fierce hangover, but he forced himself to move forward, determined to grab that glass of juice that the boy had so generously offered. He groaned softly as he walked over to the counter, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he reached for the glass of juice. "Thanks," He muttered softly, taking a sip of the liquid and savoring the relief it gave his dehydrated body.