[Well, if Bucky doesn't think he's worth much, and Sokka doesn't think he's worth much, then maybe what they have in common is a lack of self-worth. It isn't exactly an avenue that Sokka is ready to go down himself, though, even if he wants analyze commonalities as objectively as possible.
Sokka has never seen a gun, but a weapon is a weapon, so it sounds good to him. Buying is certainly faster than making weapons, though Sokka has no qualms with the latter, as he has pretty extensive experience with it. It comes with being raised in the Water Tribe, and then traveling the world on limited funds. He's good at making stuff — he even made armor for Appa, and technically, he made his space sword, too — but without having to dedicate time and effort to creating weapons, he'll able to put more energy into executing on their plans.
He nods, an answer to both buying weapons and Bucky's statement that he's fine. Sokka hadn't meant to suggest that Bucky wouldn't be fine — he knows that warriors can fight, even if they are missing limbs — however Sokka is also a problem-solver and, occasionally, an inventor. He might not be able to design something worth billions, but he did design a submarine, so it wouldn't be out of his wheelhouse. He spares Bucky this explanation, since it is another skillset he'd rather keep in his pocket, anyway.]
Yeah, I probably should. [For a fleeting moment, something sheepish creeps into Sokka's expression — a shade removed from the serious expressions he's been making this whole time. He doesn't see anything wrong with these clothes — they're easy enough to move in, at least — but running out in them was a blunder, and he's trying to refrain from making too many of those. Hence, he takes Bucky up on his suggestion, and goes and changes.
When he returns, it's evident that he did manage to dress himself properly. He's wearing a blue button-up and slacks that fit him like a glove, as Bucky predicted they might, and his boomerang is sheathed and slung across his back. He tries not to, but he fidgets with the clothes, finding them to be really uncomfortable and restrictive. Barely an hour into living here, and Sokka already wants to go shopping — for something better to wear. A hint of something earnest and reflective seeps into his expression again, and it's a testament to how he feels united with Bucky in the mission at hand that he doesn't try to maintain the hardened demeanor he had employed earlier.]
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Sokka has never seen a gun, but a weapon is a weapon, so it sounds good to him. Buying is certainly faster than making weapons, though Sokka has no qualms with the latter, as he has pretty extensive experience with it. It comes with being raised in the Water Tribe, and then traveling the world on limited funds. He's good at making stuff — he even made armor for Appa, and technically, he made his space sword, too — but without having to dedicate time and effort to creating weapons, he'll able to put more energy into executing on their plans.
He nods, an answer to both buying weapons and Bucky's statement that he's fine. Sokka hadn't meant to suggest that Bucky wouldn't be fine — he knows that warriors can fight, even if they are missing limbs — however Sokka is also a problem-solver and, occasionally, an inventor. He might not be able to design something worth billions, but he did design a submarine, so it wouldn't be out of his wheelhouse. He spares Bucky this explanation, since it is another skillset he'd rather keep in his pocket, anyway.]
Yeah, I probably should. [For a fleeting moment, something sheepish creeps into Sokka's expression — a shade removed from the serious expressions he's been making this whole time. He doesn't see anything wrong with these clothes — they're easy enough to move in, at least — but running out in them was a blunder, and he's trying to refrain from making too many of those. Hence, he takes Bucky up on his suggestion, and goes and changes.
When he returns, it's evident that he did manage to dress himself properly. He's wearing a blue button-up and slacks that fit him like a glove, as Bucky predicted they might, and his boomerang is sheathed and slung across his back. He tries not to, but he fidgets with the clothes, finding them to be really uncomfortable and restrictive. Barely an hour into living here, and Sokka already wants to go shopping — for something better to wear. A hint of something earnest and reflective seeps into his expression again, and it's a testament to how he feels united with Bucky in the mission at hand that he doesn't try to maintain the hardened demeanor he had employed earlier.]
I should tell you something first. Before we go.