( if he folds his arms and looks surly enough, no one will ask him any questions of note, right? at least he's in plainclothes, so it's not so obvious he's a cop. and he's nowhere near as famous as bolin these days. people aren't as likely to pick him out of a crowd and he likes it that way, honestly. once upon a time, when his pro-bending days were at their peak, he might have reveled in the attention. now? not so much.
he stands by the door more out of habit than anything else, attention roving over the store. it's one of the more modern ones, with high metal shelves. there aren't many people in it at this hour, but.
besides his strange companion, there are three others. huddled at the back of the store, whispering among themselves. he doesn't need metalbending to know that they're tense, it's evident without reading what their pulses are doing. he can feel the heat of their bodies, and the scent of fear-sweat in the air, and the shop-keeper... he's trying way, way too hard to smile.
they just interrupted a robbery. and he can't use fire inside a citizen's shop without a swath of paperwork afterwards, so. hand-to-hand it is.
dick, he's sure, can handle himself. but. mako needs an excuse to get closer to the action. he slides up close to dick, slips a hand around his waist and leans in to nuzzle at his throat. )
You asking me to light your fire?
( he hates this. he's bad at it. honestly, bolin is better at going undercover than mako is. 'i'm a cop, i don't have a backstory'. but while he's wedged in against dick, who is a handspan shorter, he might add, he murmurs in against his ear, three guys in the back, forth is behind the counter.)
no subject
( if he folds his arms and looks surly enough, no one will ask him any questions of note, right? at least he's in plainclothes, so it's not so obvious he's a cop. and he's nowhere near as famous as bolin these days. people aren't as likely to pick him out of a crowd and he likes it that way, honestly. once upon a time, when his pro-bending days were at their peak, he might have reveled in the attention. now? not so much.
he stands by the door more out of habit than anything else, attention roving over the store. it's one of the more modern ones, with high metal shelves. there aren't many people in it at this hour, but.
besides his strange companion, there are three others. huddled at the back of the store, whispering among themselves. he doesn't need metalbending to know that they're tense, it's evident without reading what their pulses are doing. he can feel the heat of their bodies, and the scent of fear-sweat in the air, and the shop-keeper... he's trying way, way too hard to smile.
they just interrupted a robbery. and he can't use fire inside a citizen's shop without a swath of paperwork afterwards, so. hand-to-hand it is.
dick, he's sure, can handle himself. but. mako needs an excuse to get closer to the action. he slides up close to dick, slips a hand around his waist and leans in to nuzzle at his throat. )
You asking me to light your fire?
( he hates this. he's bad at it. honestly, bolin is better at going undercover than mako is. 'i'm a cop, i don't have a backstory'. but while he's wedged in against dick, who is a handspan shorter, he might add, he murmurs in against his ear, three guys in the back, forth is behind the counter. )