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[resistivity]

You've reached Mako. Leave a message. ( it seems like that's going to be all, but then there's a rather awkward pause and he continues, ) If it's an urgent matter, direct your call to local authorities and/or emergency services. You can access these resources by — ( beep. he ran out of recording space. good job, mako. best cop. )

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[resistivity]

( bo's gone. korra's done her best to buoy him up, but she misses him too, and the mood in their shared space has been pretty tanked these last few days, and mako — once a regular fixture in the temple's kitchen — has mostly just been avoiding other people except for korra. he is in fact sleeping in her bed (which konoha is free to interpret any way she likes, and probably be right about it) when she knocks. he drags a hand down over his face, exhales and steels himself to get up and go to the door for her. he's not unhappy to see her, he genuinely likes her, but it doesn't change the fact he doesn't really feel up to company.

he does summon a smile though. )

Hey, Konoha. What've you got?

[lumberlady]

[Oblivious to Bolin's disappearance, Konoha has just assumed that maybe Mako caught sick. After all, they'd spent a week under a lake, in the chill and damp... it had been cold enough that it had even jump-started her winter coat, beginning to look a bit... shaggier.

When he opens the door and doesn't look too sick, she smiles brightly, holding up the candy bowl to display it's various colors, shapes, and sizes.]

Look, Mako! There's a lot of crazy things outside- have you seen them?