Title: Awkward Turtleduck
Word Count: 336
Summary: [He can't get used to the praise. | Mako. Slight-Makorra.]
Rating: K+
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prompt· mako being an awkward turtleduck
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Mako stands in a sea of gold and black and red. Glittering walls surrounding him as people approach him, over and over again. Thanking him, giving him congratulants and praise. Gripping his hand tight and strong, so much so that he thinks the veins are bruised. Another man comes to him, hunched over in his old age and smiles at Mako.
"Thank you so much for your efforts." The gentleman says, grasping Mako's hand with a firm grip. He smiles at the younger man, shakes his hand once and releases, giving him a nod as he walks away.
He sighs and quickly makes his way from the center of the crowd. Finding an empty wall, Mako leans against its golden splattered decor and gazes onto the people. All higher-ups, wealthy people from the rich sections of the city. He can't get used to it; the only reason he's even here, receiving their praise is because he helped stop Amon. He wonders what it would be like if he met them on the street, would they give him the same praise then?
Probably not, he thinks. They'd just glance at him and walk away, a street rat. Not worth their time.
"There you are."
He turns his head and sees Korra standing there with her hand on her hip.
"You look like an awkward turtleduck away from its mother." She says, looking him over. "What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm just not used to all this." He says, raising a hand to the crowd. "It's so sudden. Is this how it for you every time you go to one of these?"
"More or less. You'll get used to it." She says. Then, with a sly smile on her face, she takes his hand.
"I found a back exit we can get out through. Asami and Bolin are waiting for us." She whispers, pulling him along the wall toward the back of the room.
He grins.
"Guess I'll have to get used to it later."
He's fine with that.
:Fin: