the media will / in the absence of real facts / settle for fake ones

[roc_on]

Beila shows up for her next lesson the following afternoon, having gotten some ocean-wading practice in that morning, and wearing one of her new firebending outfits (white sleeveless shirt, snug blue leggings, hair braided back; she looks more water than fire like this, but that's just cosmetic.)

Comments

[fiery_delights]

"But readers and listeners everywhere aren't the ones who are currently staying late after my show to ask me personal questions," says Jun. "So - given my reputation - I have to wonder if there isn't a little more to it. Hmm?"

[alicornucopia]

The reporter blinks. "I'm just looking for a little information on how things are going with your student," he says.

[fiery_delights]

"Sure you are."

[alicornucopia]

"Really," says the reporter. "What can you tell me about that?"

[fiery_delights]

"I'm not sleeping with her. I'll sleep with you, if you want."

[alicornucopia]

The reporter takes a step back. "...No thank you. What are you doing with her, tell me something about the lessons...?"

[fiery_delights]

He shrugs. "Well, if that's not what you're here for, I don't know why I'm wasting my time talking to you," he says, and turns back toward the stage door.

[alicornucopia]

"Please, just - a quote or something -" says the reporter, stepping forward again.

[fiery_delights]

"Shush," he says, making a little shooing motion with one hand as he ascends the few steps.

[alicornucopia]

"Please."

[fiery_delights]

"Nope," he says sunnily, and disappears through the door.