Zuko looks at them incredulously. “You haven’t even met me!”
“It talks back, we bid the highest amount,” Suki says, slapping the table.
Aang can no longer hold back his laughter and Toph and Katara are full on cackling.
Zuko is just gaping, the poor omega not sure what to do with such straight forward alphas.
“Azula’s his sister,” Toph mentions.
Sokka’s eyes go wide. “Azula? Azula, Azula? Scary ass valedictorian that crushes it in volleyball and leaves both alphas and omegas looking?”
“That’s the alpha,” Aang agrees.
Suki thinks. “She’s scary but she isn’t as scary as letting go of this one.”
“You don’t know my name,” Zuko points out.
“I’m sure we could figure out over dinner,” Sokka says.
“What if I don’t like you?”
“Worth a try.”
“What if you end up not liking me?”
“We can be friends.”
Zuko finally pulls out his last card. “I hope you are aware this scar on my face isn’t make up.”
Everyone goes quiet.
But not in the way you’d expect.
Toph did so in a respectful way but Katara and Aang were more intent on seeing how Sokka and Suki would react.
“Is….is that supposed to change my mind?” Sokka asks.
Zuko’s brained short circuits.
“I- what?” The omega questions.
Suki nods.
“I’m very confused right now,” the alpha says.
Sokka’s eyes soften at the genuine shock on Zuko’s face. “We can’t judge you on your scar. It’s none of our business and honestly, it looks fine.”
Suki suddenly grins. “I was looking at your ass anyways.
As Zuko is sputtering and Aang is reeling from the bluntness of the situation, Sokka solemnly nods.
“Me too.