<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/eb/13/a0/eb13a094331c93cd0434d0a85506cefe.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rikkar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose Kyoshi.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Talking and making plans. </div><br/>Rikkar snorted at the prospect of being beaten by his own students, rolling his eyes in disbelief. Though, he was not worried about it coming to pass. In fact, he would be delighted if they happened to beat him. It would at least appease to his teaching pride that he managed to raise up one decent water-bender from his roster, even if the title had to be shared between twelve students. Perhaps his standards were simply too high.<em>The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in combat</em>was his motto and he endeavored to instill it in his apprentices. Still, a few actual bleeders during the sessions was not uncommon and it would be a boon to have Rose there to treat them. Certainly Rikkar and Ima didn’t have the patience for showing pity to their students.<br/><br/>The mention of dinner reminded Rikkar of his own physical condition. His body was strong, which taxed a greater demand on his own needs. He needed nourishment to sustain and having worked all morning and throughout the noon right until early evening had left him in sore need of sustenance. Rose’s offer was in fact quite pleasant in prospect.<strong>“I would be delighted to. There are a few matters to attend to here at the school, but I should be free in another hour.”</strong>Rikkar replied, giving a nod of his head to consent to her offer. That would give him time to freshen up as well. He couldn’t go as he was, weathered from a day of bending with grime and sweat. Besides, a girl like Rose deserved a proper gentleman. And what he needed to attend to here at the school was not physically rigorous in any way. But he didn’t want to bother a kind, sheltered girl like Rose about it.<em>Right?</em><br/><br/>Not to mention a bunch of other menial tasks. Finding his turtle-duck, Zamah. Sending a wire to his worrying parents he’ll be spending the night probably at the school. And most discerning of all…ensuring his sister was staying out of trouble. He was still hopeful and optimistic it would all turn out well, not desiring to miss a dinner night with a friend. Rose was a different woman. With her, there was no talk of bending or competition. It was just a soothing talk about…nothing. Or the little things, which Rikkar could not argue with, as they made up the majority of life in the end. It would be a peaceful evening, something his spirit needed in balance to his martial drives.<strong>“Whichever venue you prefer, I’ll meet you there. I could really use a cup of tea and some Flamey-Os noodles.” </strong>