And for that Aang was disappointed. There was a slight hesitation to his step as if he were trying to boycott walking. His brows were furrowed slightly and he released a small sigh. He wasn't sure he liked L.A. everything was tiny, and mondern, and different. The food was weird and the air was bad. But he tried not to let that get to him. He tried to think in a positive light, he was with Katara. Momo was on his shoulders, and Appa was waiting for him back at the Hyperion.
"Okay..." He said sadly, biting his lip and looking up at her. He knew she was right not to bring him, but he still felt bad about leaving him behind. Katara stopped, and he was so busy sulking that he'd run straight into the back of her and blinked. "oof." Backing up, he looked around.
"No, this is the time..and place. She said she'd be here. Maybe she just forgot." He said aloud, mostly trying to convince himself that more than anything. Something was defiantly strange. "This time, and this place.." He thought aloud as he tried to look for her.