Prompt #3 - I Don't Care If You're the Avatar or Not from 100makorrathemes on tumblr.
Word Count: 363
A/N: This one is a lot quicker, just did it to keep myself writing this week as I might be getting busier later on. I figured most people would do something romantic with this prompt, so I thought I'd give it a bit of a humorous twist with what seems to be a pretty universal dispute! Leave a comment in the review box, lovelies!
"I don't care if you're the Avatar or not!" Mako yelled angrily, hands wildly gesturing in frustration as he glared down at an equally riled up Korra.
They were attracting way too much attention in front of Narook's Diner, where they had just finished their lunch date; a small crowd of open-mouthed onlookers had slowly formed around the young Avatar and her boyfriend as they had it out in the middle of the street, Mako's take-out container thrown forgotten on the ground and Naga half saddled and whining with worry where she stood watching from the side.
Sure, Mako thought in passing, historically, their arguments had a tendency of taking a… volatile - turn. But this dispute was just on a different level. He couldn't believe Korra right now.
"But Mako-"
"There's no way I could support this, Korra! Some rules aren't meant to be broken."
"Okay, there's really no reason to-"
"You think you can just play God?"
"Honestly! You're blowing this way out of proportion," Korra managed to get out as Mako scoffed.
"It's just that I can't stand it when it gets all soggy," she continued aggravatedly.
"But your method is just completely illogical!"
"Wha- is it so wrong to want crispy cereal?"
Mako ran a hand through his hair, struggling to make her understand. "It's not about crispy or soggy, Korra. The point is that the milk always goes first. How could you even- arghh!"
Korra just stared up at him for a moment in bafflement before sputtering, "Does this even matter?!"
Mako threw his hands up.
"Of course it matters, who puts the milk in before the cereal?"
"I do! And if you have such a big problem with it you can walk back to the island!" Korra shouted, turning to grab Naga's reins and yank her around toward the docks, leaving Mako to stare after her dumbfounded as the crowd around him slowly began to disperse, muttering excitedly to themselves.
Mako was only brought back to the moment by a sympathetic hand on his shoulder making him turn away from Korra's retreating form.
"Women." the older man said with a shake of his head.
Mako could only agree.