( this will end no way good. mako is already reaching to try and stop that errant kick, his brother's name halfly yelped on his lips when he just. does it anyway. his outstretched hand sort of crumples, and his expression is. resigned. not even annoyed at this point, just. resigned.
give him a second, because he definitely has to sneeze. the resultant ah-choo is so loud he cringes afterwards, like he expects triad members to come running in to find what all the commotion is about. it doesn't happen, thankfully, but it doesn't mean he's not paranoid. it's almost like his middle name at this point.
times like this, he wishes he were an earthbender so he could quell the commotion of swirling motes. at least the dumplings were still in their little paper bag, they manage to escape unscathed. oh, they've eaten worse than dirty food, but. you know, no one wants to eat something that's had their brother's foot-gunk all over it. )
Bro, we really have to talk about your impulse control.
( why would you take your boot off!! why. is this what it was like for their parents? somehow he doubts it.
mako sighs, cups his hands together. little livewire sparks jump between his fingers, shimmer down his palms. enough to warm his hands, with which he then reaches out to cocoon bolin's foot. he rubs it briskly, just to get the feeling back. man, he would seriously kill for a tub of water right about now, something he could heat himself and then shove bolin down into.
he. sighs. at least bolin admitted it was a bad idea, which makes mako feel a little guilty for being stern with him. )
Next time, maybe try it with a little less enthusiasm, huh?
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give him a second, because he definitely has to sneeze. the resultant ah-choo is so loud he cringes afterwards, like he expects triad members to come running in to find what all the commotion is about. it doesn't happen, thankfully, but it doesn't mean he's not paranoid. it's almost like his middle name at this point.
times like this, he wishes he were an earthbender so he could quell the commotion of swirling motes. at least the dumplings were still in their little paper bag, they manage to escape unscathed. oh, they've eaten worse than dirty food, but. you know, no one wants to eat something that's had their brother's foot-gunk all over it. )
Bro, we really have to talk about your impulse control.
( why would you take your boot off!! why. is this what it was like for their parents? somehow he doubts it.
mako sighs, cups his hands together. little livewire sparks jump between his fingers, shimmer down his palms. enough to warm his hands, with which he then reaches out to cocoon bolin's foot. he rubs it briskly, just to get the feeling back. man, he would seriously kill for a tub of water right about now, something he could heat himself and then shove bolin down into.
he. sighs. at least bolin admitted it was a bad idea, which makes mako feel a little guilty for being stern with him. )
Next time, maybe try it with a little less enthusiasm, huh?