Title: Shopping
Word Count: 505
Summary: [Korra takes Mako to shop with her. | Mako and Korra. Understanding.]
Rating: K+
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prompt· korra takes mako shopping
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"Korra, what are we doing here?" Mako asks as Korra leads him by the arm into the city's busy streets. He pulls even so slightly on his jacket sleeve, trying to determine if the fabric is going to give way with all the pulling she's been doing.
"Just a little further," Korra mutters under her breath, his question ignored. She drags him down the street, passing through the crowds of people and Mako lowers his head, feeling slightly embarrassed at being pushed around so easily.
"Here!" she says, letting go of Mako's arm. He almost runs into her the way she let go so fast, he regains his balance and looks to what Korra is standing before.
Unagi's Clothing Department Store
"You brought me all the way downtown... to go shopping?" he says slowly, staring at the sign. Korra leans down, trying to figure out his dumbstruck face and raises an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah. Tenzin finally gave me some money to shop with-" she says, pulling out a wad of yuans to show him. "- I need your help in picking something out."
"Why me?"
"Dunno, just seems like you're thing, scarf-boy." She shrugs, walking into the shop. "Come on!"
Mako sighs and adjusts his scarf before drudging his feet up to head inside.
It's going to be a long day…
"What about this?" she asks, pulling up another dress to his face.
"I dunno." He says, leaning into the chair seated in front of the changing rooms. Korra scowls and crosses her arms.
"I thought you'd be better at this..." she mutters.
"What did you expect?" he asks, scratching at his neck. "If you wanted someone to go clothes shopping with you, you should have taken Bolin."
Korra huffs and walks off to return the dress to where she found it. Mako sighs, rubbing his hand through his hair. She comes back a few minutes later with another dress.
"Why are you picking out so many dresses? It's not like you can fight in those." He says, wrapping his arms around the back of the chair. Korra looks over the dress, flipping the fabric over and over in her arms.
"I don't need them for fighting. I need them for the parties people keep throwing." She says.
"You have a dress." He notes, remembering the blue dress she wore to Tarrlok's gala a few weeks ago.
"That's not mine;" she says. "It's my mother's wedding dress."
He leans up in the chair.
"Wedding dress?" he asks.
"Yeah," Korra says, placing a hand to her hip. "Isn't that what wedding dresses look like here?"
Mako blinks a few times, flustered and drags his hand through his hair again.
"Not exactly..." he mutters, and takes another looks at the dress she is holding in her arms.
"That one." He says. Korra sends a confused look his way.
"What?"
"You should get that one." He says, crossing his arms, trying to look uninterested. She smiles and takes hold of his arm.
"Let's go then." She says.
:Fin:
So I made Mako not into fashion… I hope I don't get killed for this. ^^;