( instinctive, or maybe just habitually, a hand sneaks silently up his back to cup the back of his head, fingers through his coal locks. korra understands his sentiment as one she felt when meeting up with katara for the first time - awe at an age, a responsibility over their younger ... but older ... mentors. it's a lot to unpack. korra generally opts not to think about it for the benefit of not getting a headache, but. if mako wants someone to bounce off of, she a willing participant. her fingers cradle his skull in a way she knows he likes, cheek squashing temporarily on his forehead.
naga, without the constant motion of the room, finally has a breath of space to realize how tired she is. ordinarily, she'd curl up in korra's lap, but the day has won mako's favor after all the time they've spent together - she circles around her tail, getting comfortable, before she lays her big body on the floor, large head snuggled in mako's lap. )
You really think so?
( she knows mako probably wouldn't say it just to say it, but it's still nice to hear. )
Yeah! You'll be a great teacher! ( a little flirty ( she can't stop ), ) Sifu Mako.
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naga, without the constant motion of the room, finally has a breath of space to realize how tired she is. ordinarily, she'd curl up in korra's lap, but the day has won mako's favor after all the time they've spent together - she circles around her tail, getting comfortable, before she lays her big body on the floor, large head snuggled in mako's lap. )
You really think so?
( she knows mako probably wouldn't say it just to say it, but it's still nice to hear. )
Yeah! You'll be a great teacher! ( a little flirty ( she can't stop ), ) Sifu Mako.