Ozai, CEO of a multinational corporation, divorcee, and father of two children, was working late. To be exact, he was working out late. His day had run long due to people being idiots again, and he was taking his frustrations out on the training robots.

Rather, he was coming out of the shower after having taken out his frustrations on the training robots. His hair was still dripping, and he had a towel tied around his waist while he wrapped another one around his masses of hair. He really ought to get it cut sometime.

Things that should not happen while wandering back into the gym: he should not get slammed against the wall by a dark bearded man with cold hands and colder voice.

"Where is my daughter?" Hakoda demanded, the eco-terrorist looking about as well-dressed as always. Which was not at all, and surely it wouldn't kill him to buy new jeans? They looked more held together by good luck and dried- dried unidentifiable grue, than by fabric.

Did he have to be pressing quite so hard against him? It was... distracting.

What did he want- Oh yes, his daughter. Ozai rolled his eyes briefly. "Not here. Obviously."

Ozai would have noticed if the little brat had gotten past his security. Speaking of which...

"How did you get in?" He demanded, and Hakoda growled and shifted just a bit harder against him. Very distracting.

Evidently, it was distracting to Hakoda too. "-We've got five minutes before I need to go look for Katara. Let's make this fast."

Ozai didn't ask why he didn't just call her if it was that important. That might make him go away.