Title: Bad Hair Bad
Word Count: 594
Summary: [Mako tries to hide after a trip to the barber. Korra won't leave him alone. | Mako. Korra. Makorra.]
Rating: K+
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prompt· a bad haircut
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Mako jumps across the dock in a hurry, walking at a brisk pace toward the boy's dormitory. His eyes are wild; buzzing every direction he can think of as he takes the scarf around his neck and covers it over his scalp. He's only a little ways from the building now, if he cuts through the brush between the paths he'll make it there without being seen. Weaving through the trees and stepping over the rocks, he places a hand on the trunk of a tree and watches the doors to make sure no one is coming…
…then he feels his scarf being pulled from his head.
By the time he reaches up the red trail of cloth is dangling above his hands; out of grasp. Mako scowls and squints as the sun pierces through the leaves, but he already knows who is up there.
"Korra! Give me my scarf!" he yells, rather loudly and soon after Korra descends down the tree, taking a seat upon one of its lower limbs. She grins like a child, weaving his scarf through her fingers, spinning the end in a lazy circle.
"What are you doing sneaking around here for?" she asks.
"It's none of your business," he replies, holding his hand out forcefully. "I should be asking what you are doing, up in that old tree."
"Well, you know, just hanging around." She smirks.
He's not impressed.
"Korra, get down here." He says in a flat-tone and she sighs, jumping off the branch in a swift push. Landing right in front of him, Mako quickly takes the scarf out of her hands before she can even realize it's gone. By the time she looks up, the scarf is already over his head and Mako stands there, arms crossed over his chest like it's not the strangest thing she's seen today.
She raises her brow. "Why are you wearing it like that?"
"It's… cold." He states, rocking on his toes. "My head is cold."
"Like I'd believe that." She laughs. She reaches for the cloth but Mako is fast and ducks away, avoiding her.
"I should get going." Mako says bluntly. He walks away.
"Hold it!" she says, running after him. "Not until I see what you're hiding."
She reaches for the scarf just as he's replying.
"I'm not hiding anythi-"
And once again, he's too slow.
Korra holds the cloth loosely in her hands, smirking at Mako's back.
"Come on, Cool Guy." She teases. "Let's see it."
I guess there's not point anymore…
Sighing, he slowly turns around to face her.
And she can't believe what she's seeing.
It's so… short.
"W-well." she stammers out, staring at his head, a crooked smile fixed on her face. "That's quiet… something."
"Don't laugh," he warns her.
"I'm not…pfff" she holds a hand to her mouth. "Really, I'm not."
Mako sighs, rubbing a hand over the front of his hair. It's flat now, sticking to his forehead, almost touching the edges of his brow. "I said 'just a trim' and he gave me… this."
"Oh come on, I don't think it looks that bad." Korra says, walking up to touch the soft edges of his hair to raise them up.
"Well that's good." He says. "Cause it'll be a while before it grows back."
"You're being too hard on it," Korra says softly, leaning her head to the side as she observes his new look. Then she smiles. "I think it looks kind of cute."
He gives a small smile. There's a shade of pink on his cheeks.
"…Thanks."
:Fin:
It's kind of crappy… ah well. I just needed to write something.
Actually… I think I kind of like it – reminded me of how I felt when I was writing all those fluffy drabbles back in July. ^^
((sorry I haven't updated this in forever – writer's block is cruel…))