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"No."
"Azula, they're only—"
"Fuck no."
"He means well," Yue begs, "Just give him another chance!"
"I don't want to eat with someone who's going to ignore I'm their daughter's fiancé for the entire four hours it'll take to finish the damn evening!"
"I—" Yue winces. Good. She knows how Azula feels about this.
"It's the modern age, not whatever—prehistoric era he crawled out from," she mumbles, arm flung over her face.
The couch shifts, Yue collapsing beside her.
"... He really is an asshole," she remarks like it's the color of the sky.
Exhausted laughter spills from her chest.