( mako is ready to argue his face off when dick... does. all of that. the scarf flutters when he peels it away, revealing the man underneath, and he. stares.
he doesn't know what he was expecting. his only prior experience with people concealing their face was amon. but dick is nothing like that. he's beautiful. sharp-featured, incredibly comely, you could cut glass with the line of his jaw and mako. swallows hard. every protest he might have had just dies on his tongue and his hand, which he'd raised, drops back down.
korra, a while back, had offered to set him up with wei beifong, and he'd turned her down. he didn't really look at men that way. he hardly looked at anyone that way, but dick makes him realize maybe he should. rethink that stance. he snaps his attention elsewhere when he realizes he's staring, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. )
I don't want to be your buddy. I want to do my job.
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he doesn't know what he was expecting. his only prior experience with people concealing their face was amon. but dick is nothing like that. he's beautiful. sharp-featured, incredibly comely, you could cut glass with the line of his jaw and mako. swallows hard. every protest he might have had just dies on his tongue and his hand, which he'd raised, drops back down.
korra, a while back, had offered to set him up with wei beifong, and he'd turned her down. he didn't really look at men that way. he hardly looked at anyone that way, but dick makes him realize maybe he should. rethink that stance. he snaps his attention elsewhere when he realizes he's staring, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. )
I don't want to be your buddy. I want to do my job.