Compatibility
"I swear if I have to sit through one more press conference listening to Tarrlok's garbage, I will not be responsible for my action," Korra growled as she let herself in to the bending brothers' apartment.
Both boys were home and both grimaced sympathetically. "That's rough," Bolin said. "And sorry, but I have to run. Pabu and I are heading to the park to work on his newest trick."
Pabu squeaked in agreement, twitching his tail and jumped onto Bolin's shoulder.
Then Korra was left alone with the older brother, who she was still getting used to. Her crush made her exceptionally awkward around him, but his bossiness brought out her competitiveness. Her training with the team was going well, but she had yet to really win over the firebender.
She made herself at home on the couch, as usual, and sighed. "Tenzin says not to let him work me up so much. But how can I do that when all he does is lie?"
Mako raised a brow at her. "Welcome to Republic City. The politicians lie and you can't do a thing about it."
She frowned. "Well sorry I'm not Mr. Cynical like you."
"What do you want me to say?"
Pulling herself to her feet restlessly, she announced, "I want to spar. Train, or something. I can't sit still, and if I go out I'll do something that I know will give Tenzin a reason to scold me."
That got a grin from him, albeit a weak one. "You can't fight Tarrlok, so you want to fight me?"
"Yep," Korra laughed.
Mako gave her a long, hard look.
Maybe they had more in common than he'd thought.
"Alright. Let's go."