“Hey, look at what Toza‘s letting me borrow!” Bolin rushed into the gym excitedly, waving a machine that Korra had often seen used by the reporters around town.
“A Satocam? Aren’t those crazy expensive?” She lifted and eyebrow, smiling as she ambled over to Mako. He looked decidedly unamused.
“Well, the papers are going to run a behind-the-scenes article before the championship. He figured we could make some cash by getting some candid photos.” Bolin’s grin widened. “Imagine the headline now! The Real Fire Ferrets: The Coolest Pro-Benders EVER.”
“I highly doubt the headline will say anything of that sort. At best they’re just going to scrounge for gossip.” Mako grunted, crossing his arms resolutely.
Korra rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Aw come on, Hat Trick, speaking from experience they all aren’t that bad. Plus, it’d be nice to have a few for ourselves. “
“We don’t need-“
“Hey Bolin, take our picture!” Korra cut him off, jerking him down into a loose headlock.
Korra, who’s assets had been a bit late in blooming but quick to growing, didn’t register the predicament she had just placed Mako in. In her mind she was just with her unreasonably attractive buddy, posing for a perfectly innocent photo. However Mako was all too aware of the soft mound of flesh that was currently being pressed against his cheek. He paled, and then flushed, his mouth going completely dry as he tried to think of a diplomatic way to say “Excuse me Avatar Korra, but your left breast is on my face.”
“Say Pro-bending!” Bolin’s face was hidden behind the large Satocam, but Mako could practically hear his brother cackling to himself.
A bright flash temporarily blinded him.
this=best thing ever
you can all go home