Prompt: Prompt #71 - Embarrassing Moments from 100makorrathemes on tumblr.
Word Count: 466
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"Mako, could you just shift a little to the - ouch!"
"Oh, sorry!"
The sounds of shuffling, and then, "Okay, your angle's all wrong."
"Korra, you try handling something this… stiff."
"Well you can't just shove it in there. Have some tact!"
A faint growl of frustration. "I'm trying!"
Odd, quiet creaking noises fill the silence for a minute before Korra's hushed voice carries through the closed door.
"You know, maybe we should have used something to help it slide easier?"
A grunt. "I stopped by the shop yesterday for something but they were out."
"Oh." A pause, then, "… I think there might be a bottle of baby oil in Rohan's room?"
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"… you think they'll notice if we borrow it?"
"Nah, as long as Tenzin doesn't find out about this, we're- oh! Hold that position, that's perfect!"
"Okay! Okay I'm just going to push it in really… slowly… how is that?"
A hushed reply, "I dunno, it feels good -"
SLAM!
The door to Korra's room blows open with a blast of wind as Tenzin marches into the room in a swirl of orange robes and poorly concealed anger.
"What in spirit's name do you two think you're-" He stops short and takes in the scene before him.
Korra and Mako are frozen, both kneeling on the floor holding up either end of a chest drawer that's half fallen out of its cabinet. Fully clothed.
There is a very pregnant pause.
Korra is the first to break the silence, rushing to her feet and wringing her hands. "Tenzin, I swear I was going to tell you if we couldn't fix it, but I was just pulling the drawer out, and - and I know this is an antique that Katara gave you - it's just the hinge that's broken and… Tenzin? You're not mad, are you?"
Tenzin's face is mottled in color, caught between a mix of confusion, anger, and immense relief as he opens his mouth to reply, closes it, then opens it once again to take a sharp breath.
"I… no, it's just I thought…" there is an awkward pause as he shifts his gaze between the two young adults, clears his throat, and straightens his robes from their disheveled state. "It's nothing. Carry on with… that." He gestures vaguely to the drawer and casts a cursory glance around the room before stiffly turning on his heel and marching back out.
Korra and Mako wait until the click of his heels has turned the corner of the hallway before looking at each other.
Mako coughs.
"You realize what he, uh, assumed, right?"
Korra nods. Walks back over to the drawer to help Mako lift it again.
"It's a good thing we weren't…"
Korra nods again.
Then adds with a cheeky grin, "This time, at least."
"Korra."
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