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Who: Zuko and Razer
Where: The roof of the High School
When: Yesterday sometime.
Rating: Uhm, pg-13 because Razers a bit of a pedo and some slight suggestive descriptions?
Summary: Zuko's being the faithful look out. Razer comes up on the roof for some fresh air after a long day of healing. Lo-an-behold, another suffering soul. Yeah, Zuko get's healed after much debate.
the log: Zuko: was in the middle of a look out shift and stationed on the roof of the high school. If he hadn't been wounded to the point that even breathing hurt, then he would be up and training, using this free time and space wisely. But instead he was perched in the far left corner of the side with the best vantage point, sitting comfortably on the small brick edge that walled in the roof. His back was set against a metal pole, which had, probably at one point, been used for a fence that now only surrounded part of the roof. The wind blew gently against his form, brushing the unkempt locks across his forehead. One arm rested lightly around his waist, pressing his palm to the wound to help dull the ache as he softly breathed. Golden eyes were moving over the landscape, watching intently for anything noteworthy or suspicious.

Razer: The roof was a good place to think. Clear and quiet, except for one or two lookouts. A good place for Razer to clear out his head--or at least shut up his healer-sense for a while.

At least it usually was.

This time, however, taking a single breath after stepped out the door and onto the roof assaulted the Northerner's eco-born empathy, and made him snap his head instantly to the left to see the lookout stationed here today. He saw a young man with messy black hair, over his face in some places--heavy bangs--an obscuring his features.

But he was awash with pain, so much so that it made Razer wince. He came up here to get away from healing, not get roped into another one! He'd done quite enough already today, anyway. All he had left was Torn, then he could go to sleep.

He heaved a sigh and raised his voice. "Excuse me," he called, stepping closer. "I do not mean to be forward but...are you all right?"

An ear gently ticked at the sound of the old rusted door squealing a warning that someone approached. Those golden eyes didn't budge however; monsters couldn't have gotten through the school to this point, not alive anyway. He ignored the newcomer, figuring whoever it was may have been joining him for his shift or probably just getting air. He liked to spend time up here himself and understood the peacefulness of the view, even if it were on the dismal side.

When the others voice reached him, those fierce golden eyes turned from the landscape to glance side-long at the other. What was with those ears?

His face was in profile; luckily the un-scarred side was facing the odd, long-eared being. A dark brow quirked softly at the question, no, he wasn’t entirely fine but he was managing either way.

Those eyes turned from the other to look back out over the decimated city. “I’m fine.” He muttered in response.

Razer 's eyebrow knitted together. "You do not feel fine," he replied simply, hands moving to his hips. "And even though I have had plenty enough work to do today, it is probably not a good idea for me to leave you feeling as much pain as you are."

He moved closer, sauntering over right next to him and leaning over in an attempt to get a proper look at his face. He looked a bit young, but his profile was certainly pretty...

"You are injured," he stated simply, tasting it more clearly than ever from this distance. Thick and sharp and metallic in the back of his throat, a splitting ache in his head, pain clawing up from the back of his throat. "Would you like me to help you with that?"

His too-green eyes brightened slightly, thin lips curved into a smirk. "Unless, of course," he added jovially, "you are covered in bandages because you do not like the local fashion, and rolling in pain because you are an advocate of masochism."

The footsteps were enough of a warning to tell him that the other was making his approach. He missed the hands on hips and sauntering though, it was only when the other stopped near him that he turned his head slightly to look up at him. He couldn’t help but pull his head back as the other leaned down to gaze closely at him, if only to gain some distance. Fiery orbs met those bright jade ones. To his observation he simply scoffed, anyone could tell by the bandages that he’d been injured. Those reavers had managed to claw his torso and arms, as well as his calves during the fight. Most of his abdomen was wrapped in what they’d been able to find.

He was about to give a gentle reply when the last little bit was tacked on. That coy smirk that plastered the others face made his blood boil slightly, but the words…well… if he’d been a volcano then his response was part of its erupting explosion. “I don’t need your help. I’m fine.” There was a definite bite to his words, expressing his annoyance.

Razer rolled his eyes. "Dear Makers, you sound just like the Commander. That man could be bleeding to death and he would tell me to go heal someone else first..."

He gave the young man a grin. "By the way, my name is Razer. I have healing abilities that recently resettled themselves, and I have spent most of today and yesterday using them. It would not be a problem for me to patch you up before I move on to the next name on my list."

He sighed, turning around and leaning back against the same pole as his impromptu rooftop companion. "I suppose if the ears or the tattoos put you off I could leave, but you seem to be in bad enough shape that I do not exactly want to leave you like this." Quickly, he added, "And that is saying something--I am not a healer by nature, and do not like patching people up all day when I could be out there fighting and building. Everyone else has had to ask, the fact that I am offering to help you should really mean something."

The young prince seemed totally uninterested in the others story, though he did hear every word he’d said, even if those golden eyes did go right back out to gazing over the city. There was a roll of those orbs at the other’s own ego stroking. Why the hell should he care what he looked like or who he was? Let alone just what the others offer should mean to him?

“I don’t care what you look like.” He stated bluntly, a bit of a bored tone in his voice. There was a soft sigh as his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the pole. “I guess telling you to go ahead and go away if you’ve got better things to do won’t work.” Fiery eyes opened to gaze up at the long-eared man.

"No, probably not," Razer replied with a chuckle. "Look, I have been healing pretty much everyone that needed it, and you quite obviously need it. It will not hurt a bit, I promise."

His grin softened slightly, closer to a proper smile but still not sincere or open enough. "And, for the record, you do care what I look like. Or you did when I first walked up--I tasted the same shock from you as I have from most people here upon seeing me or one of my kind. We look strange to you, there is no reason to deny that."

He leaned in close again, back still pressed more or less against the bar. "I would not hold it against you, anyway. Particularly not in your condition."

“Tch,” Again, those eyes went out to the city. Was he just doing his job or did he just simply not want to look at the other? Maybe it was something in those oddly glowing green eyes that made him look away. Perhaps he didn’t really want to end up staring at those long, delicately pointed ears. He was too young to really appreciate the attractive quality to Razer’s features, let alone the fact the boy was pretty damn sure he liked girls. “I don’t care if it’d hurt or not. That’s not why I don’t want your help.”

No, it was because part of him wanted to heal naturally to prove himself. That was what this was about, proving himself so he could get his chip removed and become whole again. Though, technically, if the other healed him, he’d at least be one step closer, that sword wound was not one to scoff at.

“Pain… I’m used to it. Whatever you’re feeling from me is nothing compared to what I’ve dealt with before.” A little brooding perhaps? Of course, but it was truth, he’d felt far worse and had to heal slowly before.

Razer laughed at that. "Ooh, a little angsty, are we?" he smirked. "Cute. How old are you, anyway? Sixteen, seventeen? Too young to suffer from crippling injuries without a healer's aid in easing them away, I can see that much."

He pushed off from the bar and leaned over further, finally stealing a proper look at the young man's face.

...Ooh, that was interesting. Burn-scar, definitely, but almost...hand-shaped. Just looking at it, Razer could tell exactly how the hand had been pressed up again the young man's face; heel of the palm just beside his nose, cup of the palm over his gold eye, fingers dug deep into his hair. That had been deliberately inflicted.

"Just because you are accustomed to pain does not mean you have to suffer through it," he said gently. "Please, let me help."

That head turned sharply toward the other, eyes narrowing dangerously at the healer. Though they softened a bit as Razer drew in closely once more and again he pulled his head and shoulders back to gain space. Seriously, did this guy have any idea of personal bubble? “I’m seventeen.” He stated matter-of-factly.

He could feel those jade eyes as they scanned over his face, feeling some of his old uneasiness rise up in his throat. He’d gotten over what had happened to his face and became used to the looks he got, but when someone stared at him like some specimen, it made him uncomfortable. A glare set into his gaze again as his eyes then roamed over the other form, if only to avoid staring into his eyes, there was just something unsettling about the gaze.

Though, despite it all, he had sensed the sincerity in his words and the gentle tone to his voice was enough. There was also a part of him that knew he could better prove himself if he were in top shape. His uncle could forgive him this one time. “Fine, but under one condition.” He sighed, “You got to heal my Uncle too.” Of course, he meant whenever the other could, not right that instant.

"Oh, of course. If he is in half as bad shape as you, he most certainly needs attention," Razer replied. "Although I may not be able to get to him until tomorrow--I have already been through so many people today that I am spread rather thin as it is."

He offered his untattooed hand for the young man to shake. "But I will, as soon as I can, ah...?" He paused. "I am sorry, but I did not catch your name. I should probably learn your uncle's, as well, if I am to tend to him."

He studied the other a little, expression softening as he gave in to the other’s request. He nodded and reached out to take the other’s hand firmly in his own, shaking once before letting go. “Zuko. My Uncle is Sifu Iroh. You may or may not have already heard of him.”

His gaze scanned over the roof briefly before locking back on Razer. “So…what do I need to do?” He wasn’t exactly in the best of positions for anyone to get a good look at his wounds.

"Oh, Iroh. I have spoken with him, a little." Only over the communicator, not exactly in any agreeable terms, and not since the first couple days after the Reaver War, but they still spoke. "He is very wise, your uncle. I would be happy to patch him back up."

He let go of the boy's--Zuko's--hand and stepped backward. "It would really be better if you stood up. I can put my hands to your back and heal everything up from there." He held up both hands, mismatched skin made much more obvious when they were side by side. One pale ivory, the other a deep blue with twisting marks of black, curled into a stylized flame licking endlessly at his elbow.

"It will feel cold, but that is all."

There was a soft nod at the instruction and he was certainly glad the other had given him enough space now. He slipped carefully from his seated position on the edge of the roof and rose to his feet. That hand which almost seemed attached to his stomach, now moved away from the wound in his side. Those fists clenched uneasily at his sides as he looked the other over curiously. He noted the odd tinge to the others hand and the markings. Cold? Oh he didn’t do cold so well. Fire benders generally did well in cold climates but the condition was unfavorable because of their element.

“Sh…should I lean against something?” he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect after all. If he were going to feel cold then it’d make him feel slightly weak. Heat was something that gave him strength, even if his chip was still solidly in place. It was a comfort thing.

"You could brace your hands against something, yes. Just try to get comfortable; it will take a few moments for me to finish."

He worked his hands in and out of fists, taking several calming breaths to steady himself, reaching for the energy within him and finding himself reassured by the familiar almost sweet chill. He'd be handling people in bad shape all day, he could do this. Two more people, then he could sleep. Then he would sleep, and he would need it. And food in the morning, too, more than usual. He had to keep his strength up.

The steadying breaths brought with them a fresh taste of Zuko's pain, and Razer fought the urge to wince. That was bad. Familiar, too. It made his leg twinge a little just thinking about it.

"...Oh, this was caused during the Reaver War." It wasn't a question--more like an observation, but not one that would really make sense to anyone who didn't understand what his healer-sense allowed him to do. "I was bitten rather badly in the leg, myself. It took all week to heal up."

And healed up wrong, too, burning another blue mark into his skin all the way up his leg and down to his foot. He could handle it, though, really. Really. He had pants on all the tine anyway, no one could even see it.

He grinned, well aware of the double-entendre he was about to pull. "So long as I can touch you, any position is fine with me."

There was a deep intake of breath and a long, slow release of it as he prepared himself. He really wasn’t the touchy type, especially with someone he barely knew. As he turned slowly he reached out to lace his fingers in the remains of the chain fence. Those golden eyes focused on the buildings beyond as he tried not to think of how he was leaving himself open for attack right now. He knew the other was offering to help, but turning your back on someone was just never a good tactic unless you knew them well.

He tried not to think too deeply on it, the man was here to help him. Even though, there was something wrong about this position, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He listened carefully to his story despite how he wanted to put himself in another place. “Maybe you can fix this too.” He muttered, holding up his wounded arm, being reminded of the others story about his bite wound. It hadn’t quite been healing right with what little supplies they had. That hand went back to gripping the fence as he forced himself to relax.

His arms bent then, folding slightly in front of him as his forehead came to rest on them. The tangy smell of metal filled his nostrils as he leaned on the fence. Cold…he had to be prepared for a stranger’s hands on him and cold.

“Yeah. one of the reavers managed to take one of my own blades,” There was a soft nod in the direction of where his sword was resting against the wall, “and stab me through the side with it.” of course, the wound on his back was only where the tip had barely penetrated skin. His wound was deepest and at it’s worse on the front of his body. There was a curious pause as those words processed in his mind but they didn’t quite stick. Instead he dismissed it all together, trying not to focus too much on the man behind him.

Razer listened to the young man's words carefully, nodding at all the right times. "I will do what I can," he said easily.

Then he went to work. He put a hand to either of Zuko's shoulderblades, even if that wasn't where he was injured. He just needed bare skin for a healing this extensive, and this was the best place to get it. He closed his eyes, took a breath, steadied himself, and pushed.

His hands glowed green.

The light pushed easily into Zuko's back, rushing through muscle and bone to work at knitting flesh and healing away the bruises blackening his skin. Razer winced slightly when a wash of dizziness overtook him, but didn't let up.

Despite how he’d prepared himself, he still tensed when the other’s palms came in contact with his skin. For the moment all he could focus on was the presence of the other behind him and the soft sound of the other steadily breathing. It was then that he felt something odd, a weird almost static-like feeling over his skin, and then followed by a rush of cold.

He closed his eyes as his brows furrowed and forced himself to remain relaxed as the cold seemed to wash over every inch of him, seeping into muscle and bone. He set his jaw and pushed himself through the uncomfortable chill, feeling the bruising and pain ebbing away slowly. It was then that he’d realized he’d been holding his breath. He released it in a soft, shuddered sigh and began slowly controlling his breathing.

Razer did his best not to shiver, because honestly that sigh had been one of the prettiest things he'd heard since waking up here. He wasn't exactly age-specific with his tastes, though, so while Zuko was definitely a little younger than he was used to, Razer didn't mind the automatic faint jolt that ran through him there.

The eco flickered then, though, so he concentrated harder, blocking out the outside--everything from the fact that the young man he was currently healing was very attractive to the fact that his wrists were starting to ache from being held in his position so many times today.

He took a deep, almost shuddering breath, taking a bit of pleasure from the fact that he could taste the pain easing out of Zuko as his eco washed through him, but didn't allow himself to relax for another long minute--not until something in his channeling seemed to wash back at him, like an incoming wave. That was it, he was done.

He let out the breath he'd been holding and broke off, snakes of green light stretching from his hand to Zuko's back and then breaking and fragmenting when they grew too thin.

Razer forced a smile, feeling far more tired than he knew he should have, but pushing the concern that brought to the back of his mind. He just had to find Torn and fix him up, and then he could sleep. Easy.

"There now," he said quietly, tilting his head slightly and perching one hand on his hip. "Does that feel better?"

His expression kind of twisted softly as it felt like every part of him was going numb with the cold. As he opened his eyes slightly he half expected to see his breath coming out in cool wisps of fog, like when you saw your breath in cold air.

The whole process felt like it was taking ages to Zuko, if only because he really didn’t want to endure the cold much longer. It was one thing to walk through snow, you could bundle yourself up to shield from the weather. This penetrated every part of him, digging deeply and sliding between every fiber of his being. There was no protecting himself from this, no amount of fire or clothing could warm him.

Under it all he could still feel it working and the more he realized just how tense he still was despite his efforts. Slowly but surely the pain went away and his tension was drawn out with it. He could even feel the surface bruising or small cuts close on their own, despite how odd it was to feel his skin crawling. Finally he felt the weight of the other’s hands leave his back, but it was as if there were strings still attached. His back arched slightly as his shoulders hunched forward with the sensation of that connection being pulled out of him. Until finally, as those lines broke, his body relaxed once more.

He felt sort of dizzy from it all but at least the pain was gone. Those golden eyes reflected the aftershock of the healing as he glanced over his shoulder at the other and gave a small nod. “It’s…” His mouth felt oddly dry so he had to swallow and roll his tongue around in his mouth to coat it. “…You tell me…” He muttered, as he straightened up, a soft smirk on his face from the smart-assed comment. He ran his hands over himself, prodding places he knew were hurting before. Much better.

He then turned back again to face the other, pressing his fist into his palm and bowing softly in respect. “Thank you.” he ignored the head rush from the action but sat back against the wall to start unraveling the bandages.

Razer smiled in reply, waiting for the last of the dizzy spell to pass before holding a hand to his chest and bowing in return. "You are most certainly welcome." He straightened and grinned. "Just keep that in mind if ever I show up asking you for something, hm?"

His grin broadened. "But then, for a young man as pretty as you, I think I would be willing to do that again if ever you need it. Just...try not to get stabbed with your own weapon again, will you?" He chuckled. "I cannot imagine it was much fun for you, given how hard it was for me to heal up."

He gave the other a quirk of his lonely brow at the mention of what could be a possible favor owed in the future. No, no, that wasn’t part of their arrangement; nothing was said about a favor. Then again, if Razer did come calling, he wasn’t the one to turn someone down, especially for what he’d just done for him. Though, it would have to depend on the favor, if it went against his morals then no, it wasn’t getting done.

A pile of bandages began to accumulate as the other spoke, at first passing the ‘pretty’ comment by since it hadn’t quite sunk in. “It’s not like I let him stab me with it, the asshole got lucky.” There was that local ‘language’ he’d been picking up slipping in there. “No, it wasn’t at all comfortable, but trust me, I won’t let it happen again.” Then again, when he’d got stabbed he was on his last reserves of energy, he was bound to make a mistake.

Then it hit him. He paused in his unraveling, brows furrowing softly, that brow raised again. “…pretty?” His voice came out evenly, not sounding very amused.

"...Does that word mean something different on your world than it does on mine?" Razer queried, arching one fine eyebrow. It seemed odd, but stranger things had happened here.

He gestured idly with his blue hand, trying to find a way to explain the word as he used it. Most people used it as a feminine term, but Razer had always considered it to be rather unisex...

"Pretty," he clarified. "As in, decently attractive, in a rather innocent way. Not as affectionate as beautiful or as mature as handsome, but still a decent compliment nonetheless. And I think it suits you well enough."

That curious expression sunk to fit his less-than-amused voice. “I know what it means thanks…” It was obvious the young prince didn’t quite agree with his choice of descriptor. He wasn’t pretty; no way in hell could a term used for a woman describe himself. Handsome, what was wrong with calling him handsome if he had to say he looked good? Not mature enough, that was a lame excuse, he was plenty mature enough. He’d had a steady girlfriend back home and fought in war, how much more mature did he want?

How old was this guy anyway?

Screw this, change the subject.

He grumbled softly to himself and shook his head as he went back to taking the bandages off. “So you can …feel what I do huh?” That was really kind of creepy when he thought about it. “Just how far does that go?” He wondered if the other could potentially read his thoughts or something. He personally didn’t want someone being able to read his inner-most feelings; they were things he fought hard to keep to himself.

Razer shrugged lightly, folding his arms over his broad chest. "Emotions, mostly, but certain flavors of emotion, certain combinations, tend to denote specific thoughts or feelings. I can usually figure out more or less what a person is thinking about, if I watch them closely enough and breath deep enough.

"I can also sense where and how a person is in pain--the different between a cut and a burn, a burn and an abrasion, an abrasion and a bruise. If I concentrate hard enough, of course. Everything takes concentration."

He smirked again, eyes half-lidded. The trepidation mingling with Zuko's curiosity denoted a particular concern, which he supposed he should clear up as soon as possible. "For the record, no, I cannot read your thoughts. I can just read you very, very well."

Those golden eyes studied the other curiously as he listened, twisting the last bit of bandage off from around his calves. He then picked himself up again and looked himself over. Oh yeah, much better. He moved past the healer and out into the middle of the roof. He then leaned over, pressing his palms to the roof and kicked his feet off the ground so he was doing a hand stand. This was definitely the ultimate test of the man’s healing abilities.

But no sooner did he get onto his palms did his elbows shake and give slightly. There was a stiffness that set into his chest and abdomen, the shift from upright to upside-down made it painfully clear. He let his arms sink, tipping slightly so that he rolled onto his back with ease. He lay, staring up at the sky for a moment as the dizziness swirled around him briefly.

Still, it was an improvement; he wouldn’t have been able to do that at all with the wound. It was definitely a plus that he didn’t have to feel pain when he breathed. The gravity of Razer’s words settled over him and he scoffed arrogantly. Though, inside, he was just thinking that added to his creepiness.

“So…what are you anyway?”

Razer couldn't help but arch both eyebrows appreciatively at the young man's manuever. That was impressive. Not the best of ideas right after a healing, but impressive nonetheless. And fun to watch, too.

The question, though, was a little aggravating. He had not gone around asking all the people with round ears and dull hair what they were; it hardly seemed fair he should be treated like an outsider when they were all strangers to this place.

"An elf," he replied curtly. "A Northern Marauder, to be precise, heir to the Gefahr clan. I am also a Green Eco Saturate, which is where the healing abilities come from." His voice and expression both flattened. "Not that any of that means anything to you, of course. It has not to anyone else, I would not presume you to be the exception."

He winced softly as he sat up, the stiffness in his torso made it apparent that that little maneuver probably hadn’t been very smart. None-the-less, he got to his feet and brushed himself off, turning on his heels to head back to where he’d been sitting. “Nnn…” It seemed like the other was a little peeved at his choice of question.

He picked up his swords and strapped them to his back. “I’m sorry.” He muttered and looked up at the other. “I’ve never seen anyone like you or your friend the commander. I’d like to know what to call your kind other than, those guys with pointy ears.” He shrugged softly. “An elf… and you are the heir of a clan?” He was familiar with how clans worked, that made him almost like a prince in his family.

Razer nodded. "The two main Northerner clans are Gefahr and Hessian--broken up into sub-branches all over the North, and down in the other cities as well. I am the only heir of the main branch, at least until my uncle finally has a child." He scowled slightly. "He is in his forties, though, so it is starting to look like he is not going to, which would mean that the main branch will die considering the fact that I am most certainly not producing an heir."

His brow furrowed. "...I am not exactly there to see anymore, though, so who knows. It would not be the end of the world if the family shifted over to a branch, it would just be a little sad. We have been around quite a while."

He leaned back against the low wall and cross his arms over his chest as he listened. He wasn’t going to pry into the whole reason as to why Razer wasn’t having any kids. He personally didn’t want any either, but he’d have to have a son sometime after he became fire lord. “I see.”

It was really rather sad to think about one’s family line dying off. His own had been around for ages and he wasn’t about to let it end at him. Of course, he had to get back first and help the avatar defeat his father and sister before he got the throne.


"I suppose it would be interesting if my uncle did have a child while I was away, though." He sighed and reached up to rub the back of his neck, ivory fingers pressed against the curl of blue licking at his hairline. "However long I am going to be away..."

In a lower voice, he added, "...And if any of us ever get back at all."

Heaving a sigh, he moved his hand from his neck--nervous habit cut off for the moment--and waved it dismissively. "That does not really matter now, though. There are much more important things going on in this world and at this time than the thought of my uncle possibly giving me a cousin on my world at some indeterminable point in the future."

He grinned brightly. "We all have more than enough work to do here without worrying about what things must be like back home, hm?"

Now there was an uneasy subject, would he ever get home to do what he’d gone through the trouble of betraying his nation to do? What was going on back home while he and his uncle rotted in this place? His brows furrowed softly, golden eyes studying the ground in thought as if expecting the rocks to spell out his answers or show him visions. After a pause he closed his eyes, and with a sigh, shook his head. “You’re right.”

Those orbs lifted to glance up into the bright green ones. “We can’t dwell on things we have no power to change.” There was a slight pull of his shoulders in a shrug and he turned his head away, so that his more attractive half faced Razer, gazing out over the roof. “Like you said, we’ve got other things to worry about.”

"That we do," Razer agreed with that same grin. He moved close enough to clap the young man on one bare shoulder with his blue hand.

The grin faded out to a bit of a grimace, though, and the racer gave an almost nervous chuckle. Almost. Feigned, really, he didn't have much to worry about, he just wasn't looking forward to the task at hand. "I, personally, have to go convince the Commander to let me heal him. That is going to be fun."

He turned to look at Zuko again, properly. "Have you had to deal with Torn at all? I have my work cut out for me." He chuckled again, without the forced nervousness this time. "You should wish me luck."

He may have admitted that to himself but he still brooded slightly on things he couldn’t change. The clap on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts and he turned his gaze back on Razer, eyes studying him a bit before he nodded. What was that grimace for? He wasn’t sure if the healer did that because he could read his feelings or if it were just thinking about dealing with the commander.

”I’ve spoken with him briefly, over the …” He dug the communicator device out of his pocket, still unsure of what to really call it. “This…” He then put the thing away. “Whatever it is.”

Well if the commander was as stubborn and cold as Zuko had been at first, then yes, Razer had his work cut out for him, lucky elf. “Good luck?” Zuko uttered with a question in his tone. Though he didn’t know the commander well enough to know why he’d done so, thus the question and quirk of a brow.

With a chuckle, Razer moved his hand down a little to pat Zuko's back lightly. "Thank you very much, I am going to need all the luck I can get." He lowered his voice to conspiratorial levels, leaning in further so Zuko could hear him. "He has breathing problems, you know. The Commander. And rather than accept a healing willingly to make them ease up a little, he wants me to flush his girlfriend instead."

He sighed dramatically. "At this rate I am going to be unconscious before I even get close enough to feel the idiot's eco field. Oh well." He patted Zuko's back again, just once more, and then pulled back and took a step away.

"With all due respect, young Zuko--" That was a nice name, formed well on his tongue, sharp and foreign but not unpronounceable. "--I should really get back to work." He smirked and nodded in the direction Zuko had been overlooking the city. "And so should you, if only to make sure no one requires a healing on the same scale as yours again any time soon."

Those golden eyes moved slightly to study the hand still placed firmly on his shoulder, then back to those unsettling green eyes. He tensed as he felt the other’s fingers slide over his shoulder blade and down his back. Did he honestly have to keep his fingers in contact with his skin for that? It was almost as if the other had intended that as an almost lovers caress. The pat on the back was something unexpected at that point and there was a small inkling of suspicion rising in Zuko’s gaze. The boy was yet too inexperienced with this side of the sexual barrier to understand that Razer may or may not have been hitting on him earlier.

Though he found himself leaning away from the other a little, again trying to achieve a little more room to breath from the elf, this guy obviously didn’t know the rules of personal space, or maybe he just didn’t care. Still, some goose bumps chased over his skin as the other’s breath danced across his face, ear and down his neck. He stiffened again as the other patted his back and he only relaxed when the elf finally took a step away.

“Yeah.” His voice had come out a little softer than he’d hoped, perhaps still a little shell shocked by how touchy the stranger was with him. “You have fun dealing with the commander.” He sighed softly and ran a hand back through his hair. “I’d better get back to keeping an eye on things so I don’t have to deal with him myself.” Because, if he failed to notice something, he’d no doubt be hearing about it.

Razer crossed his hands behind his back and nodded, closing his eyes and lowering his head in what might have been a slight bow.

"It was very nice meeting you, Zuko," he said with all the sincerity he could really manage at the moment. "Give your uncle my regards, and tell him I will tend to him as soon as I can."

Then he straightened, turned, and waved one hand as he walked back to the door, pausing on the threshold to look back. "And do remember not to get stabbed again, hm?" It was said in a playful, almost cajoling tone.

Razer turned again, took a final breath of the clear air whipping over the rooftop, and then went back inside, closing the door behind him.

He pushed off the wall to stand up straight and bowed softly in response to Razer’s own. “Thank you again.” He muttered before standing up right once more. “I will.” He watched the other turn to leave and moved to sit on the edge once more. To the comment, there was a soft frown that touched his lips along with a tinge of dryness in his expression and the jutting of his jaw. He bit his tongue though, despite all the smart-assed comments that passed through his mind. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head he went back to watching the landscape. He wasn’t sure if he liked the healer, or simply tolerated him.