Not suggested by anyone. I'm sorry if this was awful- i'm so tired! i got little to no sleep last night and i was out helping at the local farmers market today so i am so damn tired. i could die. i was originally not going to post anything today but thought against it.

So.. here's crap!

If Iroh was mine, you have no clue how happy i would be. sadly though, i own nothing of iroh's,

Korra and Mako peered from the doorway, examining the tall man standing at the sink washing the dishes.

"How old do you think he is?" Korra muttered silently enough for only Mako to hear. He squinted and gave Iroh a once-over.

"At least twenty-five." Mako said, his eyes still on the General.

"Ten yuans say you're wrong." Korra waved a crisp bill in front of her boyfriend, a smirk on her face. Mako smirked as well and shook Korra's hand.

"You're on. Iroh!" Iroh turned quickly as his name was called out. His eyebrows shot up when he laid eyes on the person who called him.

"Yes Mako?" Mako and Korra sauntered into Pema's kitchen. Korra leaned against the counter and smirked. The rule for this bet was you couldn't outright ASK him how old he was- he had to tell you. Korra eyed Mako with excitement, awaiting his lie.

"So I was curious. How old do you have to be to be able to join the United Forces?"

Iroh placed down the plate he was drying and stared at Mako. "Why? Aren't you on the Police Force?"

"Um… I'm asking for Bolin."

"Well you can't join the UN unless you can handle your own work. Bolin should just come ask me."

"… He's sick."

"I just saw him at dinner."

"… He… uh… got sick after dinner."

Bolin passed by the kitchen door, Pabu on his shoulders, a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

Iroh leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, amused. "He doesn't look too sick to me."

Korra's body began to shake with laughter, guffaws escaping her mouth every few seconds. Iroh looked confused.

"What is going on here?"

In between laughs, Iroh could make out the words 'your, age, wanted, to know'. He smiled and shook his head.

"I can't tell you how old I am."

Mako groaned. "Listen buddy- it's a matter of 10 yuans and pride. Why can't you tell me?"

Iroh smirked. "Protocol."

Mako scratched his head. "Well who knows?" Korra, her laughter gone, moved to Mako and crossed her arms, her eyes on Iroh.

Iroh smiled devilishly. "My parents, Commander Bumi, my crew, Asami, my neighbors-"

"Asami knows?" Korra asked, excited. Iroh smirked and nodded.

"ASAMI!" Korra screamed, scaring Mako. Asami popped into the kitchen, instantly moving to her boyfriend.

"Yes Korra?"

Korra smiled wide. "How old's your boyfriend?"

Asami eyed Iroh and shrugged with exaggeration. "Iroh, Bumi was calling you a few minutes ago."

Iroh moved to the door, Asami in tow, when she pulled her hands behind her and put up a two with one hand and a zero with the other.

"20! HA!" Korra began to dance, ripping the ten yuan bill out of Mako's hand. He frowned. "I WIN! YOU LOST!" Korra continued to dance, much to Mako's annoyance.

…

Asami held Iroh's forearm and smiled wide, hearing the entire conversation inside the kitchen. "Honestly Iroh, how old do they think you are?"

Iroh laughed and shrugged. "Hopefully they didn't think I was old enough to be arrested for falling in love with a minor." Asami gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I'm nineteen- they wouldn't be able to arrest you. They would have to go through me."

"I'm glad to hear that- now, where is Bumi?"

I'm sorry if this sucked- my brain is off right now. all i can think about is SLEEP. x.x ok. i promise a better one tomorrow!

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~~Shelly~~