DRESS UP
Genre:Friendship
Rating:K
Pairing(s):Makorra
Summary:It's the first time they've seen each other dolled up. Korra's not true she likes it.
She was skeptical, of course. She knew what Tarrlok wanted from her and the gifts hadn't helped her at all. She'd given him the answer he never expected, but it was the answer she had.
However, this didn't stop Korra from letting the smooth fabric of her dress slip over her head and fall to hug the curves of her body. Jinora and Ikki squealed when they saw her and demanded that her hair be done by them and only them.
As a finished product, Korra thought she cleaned up pretty well. She was not one for dresses, but Pema had urged her to look her best after she wrestled Tenzin into his own robes.
Korra wondered if Mako and Bolin would be there as she walked up the steps. She saw the scrolls with her picture on them and felt her face flush. Maybe this was more than she really bargained for.
When the six of them came in, she was taken aback by the amount of people there.
They were all there for her.
It was rare to find herself speechless. She couldn't believe this was all for her.
When Tarrlok pulled her away from Tenzin, she looked at him with unease before he ran off to reprimand Meelo.
Korra followed Tarrlok, giving polite smiles to people who met her eyes. As she passed by one of the doorways, she couldn't help but stop. Through the crack in the door, she couldn't believe what she saw.
Straying from Tarrlok, she went closer to the door and watched as Mako pulled on a sharp-looking jacket, outlining his broad shoulders. Korra flushed a bit and leaned against the door, causing her to fall through awkwardly.
"O-Oh!"
He turned and saw her. "Korra-"
"He-Hey!" she exclaimed, fixing her collar. She met his eyes and wondered what he was thinking. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long to find out.
"You look great."
Great.
Okay, so maybe Korra was expecting a better compliment, but she dismissed it immediately. "You look-" She couldn't put her finger on it, but he looked off.
"Did you comb your hair?" asked Korra, puzzled as she walked to him and tilted her head.
"You sound surprised," he murmured, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I am-" Without thinking, she brushed her fingers through his hair and mussed it, watching as it reverted back to its original form.
"He-Hey-" He snatched her wrists and frowned.
"It looks better this way," she said simply as she pulled out of his grasp before noticing the scarf on the table. "You don't look right without your scarf."
He gazed at her for a moment and reached for the scarf, whipping it around his collar. "Is that better?" he asked, his voice spiked with sarcasm.
"Yeah. Yeah, it is," she murmured with a faint smile before turning and leaving.
Mako looked after her as the fitter came forward to look at him with skepticism. As he reached for the scarf, Mako snatched his wrist and frowned.
"The scarf stays."
