Prompt: Naga has taken Mako's scarf somehow and is no running around with it. Mako's trying to get it back, Korra won't do anything about it, and Bolin's laughing at his brother's predicament. (from tumblr)
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It was quite the entertaining site; Mako chasing after the ivory-and-crimson blur that was Naga with a familiar red material. "Dammit, Naga! This isn't funny!" he shouted.
"Hey, now, don't talk to Naga that way," Korra scolded from where she stood, a bag at her feet and Bolin laughing beside her.
"I wouldn't curse at her if you would tell her to give me back my scarf!" Mako shouted, stopping and pointing at the animal who also stopped. Naga turned her head at Korra, seeming to ask, "Should I give it back?" Korra grinned, meaning "No."
Naga turned to Mako, shaking her head, taunting him with the now-frayed edges of the cloth. Mako turned redder than a cherry and lurched at Naga, who took off running again, her tail wagging.
"Naga! If you don't give me my scarf, I'll cook you for dinner!"
"Come now, Mako, she's only playing," pouted Korra.
"Well. I. Don't. Find. This. Fun."
"We do!" countered Bolin, finally finding words and sounds that weren't hysterical laughter, but he quickly returned to that.
Mako just growled at Bolin.
Slowly, Naga formed a pattern in her running; circles. More than that, though, they were shrinking circles. Shrinking to the point where it eventually looked like Naga was chasing Mako.
"Think he'll ever notice he could just stop and run into Naga?" Korra asked Bolin quietly.
"Nope," Bolin laughed. "Too blinded by his rage."
"Meaningless rage," Korra answered with a grin.
"Meaningless? How?" Bolin asked, his laughter slowed by his confusion.
"Because Naga doesn't have his scarf." Korra pulled out Mako's scarf in perfect, pristine condition from the bag at her feet. "I do."