<div align="center"><div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/23hula8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Liu Yuanjun</span></em></span><br/><br/> <strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong> <div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Stand for something,</strong> </span></div><br/>Once the old man finished his tea, paid and thanked them, and left, Liu's smiling face turned into a bit of a surprised face. "Ah, brother I forgot the special herbs back at home!" He said with a bit of urgency. Even though they were just a few for a very delicious tea, any herbs were important to Liu. "I had planned to have a cup with you today on our break..." He murmured before walking towards the door. "I will be back soon, I'm sure you can take care of the slow morning traffic for a little bit." Quan simply rolled his eyes and smiled, knowing his brother that well.<br/><br/>The silver haired man would walk, since they did not own a car, but luckily the tea house wasn't too far from the apartment in which they lived. His oriental kimono stood out against the modern jacket and pants that most wore, but there were a few who still wore traditional clothing. Mostly water benders, for some reason, stuck with their water tribe garb more than other nations stuck to theirs, but it still didn't leave many in Republic city that were so old fashioned as Liu. However only on days he worked at the tea house, did he wear such clothing, which was most days of the week.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the apartment, he stopped before going up the room. "That's odd, I just emptied that this morning." He murmured to himself while looking at the mailbox. Liu walked closer to examine that it was all junk mail, and all addressed to his neighbor. He's never really seen him often, a few times passing here and there, but he heard things from the women in the apartments. Talking about him being drunk often. Liu didn't mind the gossip, so much as he minded the constant stream of junk mail. He sighed before gently placing the mail back into his neighbors mailbox as he always did. <br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Or fall for everything.</strong> </span></div><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong> </div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">At: Apartments</span></strong>