Korra if you're sending him a message—! [ She's blasting their couch into the wall, sure, but Mako ducks out of the stream of air and goes for her knees in a straight-up tackle. ]
[ This has turned into nonsense, is what is happening right now, and Mako is exhausted and confused and frustrated, but—he just goes with it, darting in front of Korra's trajectory to cut her off. ]
[ She outruns him around the lower floor of their house until she finishes her text and sends it off. Then she tosses the Fluid back to him. ] There. Done. Don't back out.
[ It is with a vague and growing sense of dread that Mako opens his Fluid back up and reads over what Korra wrote and then without hesitation, shoves both hands over his face, Fluid and all. ]
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Mako lurches up off the couch with alarm clear on his face, once again lunging for the Fluid. ] Korra.
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Being sleep deprived has some bonuses, like thinking that texting David is a great idea. ]
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[ It is with a vague and growing sense of dread that Mako opens his Fluid back up and reads over what Korra wrote and then without hesitation, shoves both hands over his face, Fluid and all. ]
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He does, though, and he recognizes through the frustration that Korra was trying to help in her usual rush-in without thinking sort of way.
So he sighs, his shoulders slumping a bit. ] Okay. Fine. Thank you. You really didn't have to text him, though.
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