[ Please don't die, Wu. Dealing with himself dying is bad enough, and Mako's been kind of an anxious mess since getting here, and the idea that Wu could die without Mako even trying to stop it is too much to handle. ]
[ Wu must be pretty bored to keep texting him after that. Mako is... weirdly relieved? To get the text.
He'll think about that later.
For now, he snaps a picture of his room, which he did manage to find after some determined and frustrated searching.
It is very nice. Distinctly, Wu will recognize, like his room in the Four Elements: the same large bed, the same hardwood floor layered with plush carpet, but in tones of red and dark wood rather than green and gold.
The difference is the windows. Spread out on the wall adjacent to the bed is an entire wall of windows, small-paned and lined with dark iron, which look out over a view of Republic City at night, shining with a million lights. It isn't night, or it shouldn't be, but that's what's visible anyway. The moon hangs heavy over Yue Bay. ]
It's nice. My closet is full of some really weird clothes, but it's nice. There's a stove.
That is a beautiful view. Republic City is at its most beautiful at night. The lights look like little stars. I used to imagine all the people there, that each light would represent.
I worry about home, too. If Guan takes the election, if I'm his puppet
Well. I'm not sure it's worth worrying about when we can't do anything about it.
[ Mako just stares at those words for a few moments, his lips parted silently. He hadn't really put it into those words, but— ]
I used to do the same thing. There was a second level that we slept on, even higher. Our beds were close to the window, so you could see the whole city and the bay. It was cold in the winter, but that was when it looked the best.
[ That was more than he intended to say but the words are sent before Mako can think better of them. He clears his throat into the silence of his room, staring out the window for a few long, quiet moments before he remembers to respond to the rest. ]
Don't worry about home, but we're not going to let that happen. That's why we're there, remember? We already won a war. We can figure this out.
You'd like the clothes. I don't even know how you're supposed to wear most of these. They're weird.
Maybe it's naive to trust Korra that much but after everything with Harmonic Convergence, I know that some holdout fanatic isn't going to be able to stop her.
There are so many, and I can't find any normal ones.
[ Mako picks up with a small worry that something is wrong, which is immediately soothed by Wu's demand. He rolls his eyes, clearly fighting a smile. ]
Should've known. At least I have what I'm already wearing.
[ But he shifts up off the bed all the same, padding over the floor to the closet at the other end of the room. For a second there's just a view of his face as he frowns, trying to flip the feed around, and then it flips to show a dizzyingarray of clothes. ]
They're beautiful. [ Wu sighs, leaning on a hand. He's on the floor of Mako's room, draped over Naga. She's good company, but not much for conversation. ] Mako! I feel like you're the torture for me, telling me to stay here. Clothes? Nice rooms? Probably room service?! And you're telling me to stay here.
You should try that jacket on. The one with the flowers. I think it'd suit you.
Wu, one of them is just pants, how is that not weird?
[ Mako lifts the one with large black pants and apparently no matching top except for some metallic draping to show Wu, his hand curling into the stiff fabric. ]
You're the one who turned on the video. This is your fault.
[ He lets it drop, then flips the video back around to show his face, his eyebrow raised. ]
I didn't buy them. They just showed up in my basket one day.
[ He does feel bad that Wu is there without him, though, and very bored. With a sigh, Mako pulls the jacket out and goes to prop the Fluid up on his desk. ] I don't know what the hotel is playing at, but at least the room is nice enough.
[ Of course, now that the Fluid is propped up and Mako is stepping back to try on the jacket, in the frame is a poster of Firelord Zuko, tacked up on the far wall. He's younger, in the middle of what looks like a complicated firebending move. Mako sort of forgot it was there. ]
[ Mako realizes, all at once, as soon as the jacket is on, stiff and strange as it is, what Wu is looking at, and hurries over to the Fluid to pick it up and hide the poster, his cheeks burning. ]
It's not thing! You have a poster of Lord Zuko on your wall! There's a story there. [ Wu laughs, and again, he's annoyed that he isn't there. Then he could just look at it. ] The jacket looks good.
It was there when I got here, I didn't put it up myself.
[ This time. He definitely put it up when he was a child, when he'd begged his mother for any kind of thing related to Firelord Zuko, who she talked about with a strange kind of reverence. There weren't a lot of positive depictions of firebenders at that age, and he'd always been told to keep it out of public sight if he could help it.
Mako definitely didn't expect to see it again. He pulls the Fluid further out from himself, though, hesitating. ] You think?
It must be there for a reason. [ Wu grins, leaning in a little. ] Do you have a little crush on Firelord Zuko? I can't blame you. He was very handsome. A bit wrinkly, now.
I do! I told you it'd look good on you. You look good in color.
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[ Please don't die, Wu. Dealing with himself dying is bad enough, and Mako's been kind of an anxious mess since getting here, and the idea that Wu could die without Mako even trying to stop it is too much to handle. ]
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Is it really nice there?
This house is very large and very empty.
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He'll think about that later.
For now, he snaps a picture of his room, which he did manage to find after some determined and frustrated searching.
It is very nice. Distinctly, Wu will recognize, like his room in the Four Elements: the same large bed, the same hardwood floor layered with plush carpet, but in tones of red and dark wood rather than green and gold.
The difference is the windows. Spread out on the wall adjacent to the bed is an entire wall of windows, small-paned and lined with dark iron, which look out over a view of Republic City at night, shining with a million lights. It isn't night, or it shouldn't be, but that's what's visible anyway. The moon hangs heavy over Yue Bay. ]
It's nice. My closet is full of some really weird clothes, but it's nice. There's a stove.
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Makes me miss home. That's exactly the view from the apartment above the arena. The windows are the same.
I hope the city is okay.
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That is a beautiful view. Republic City is at its most beautiful at night. The lights look like little stars. I used to imagine all the people there, that each light would represent.
I worry about home, too. If Guan takes the election, if I'm his puppet
Well. I'm not sure it's worth worrying about when we can't do anything about it.
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I used to do the same thing. There was a second level that we slept on, even higher. Our beds were close to the window, so you could see the whole city and the bay. It was cold in the winter, but that was when it looked the best.
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Don't worry about home, but we're not going to let that happen. That's why we're there, remember? We already won a war. We can figure this out.
You'd like the clothes. I don't even know how you're supposed to wear most of these. They're weird.
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The walls in Ba Sing Se meant that I couldn't see very much. Only walls. Republic City is so much more beautiful.
I'd love to see it from there, someday.
And, yes. We won't. It just feels hopeless. At least, when I was taken, Korra still had her mind. I can only hope she keeps it.
...you should show me these clothes.
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There are so many, and I can't find any normal ones.
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He waits in anticipation for Mako to pick up, then immediately says: ] Show me!
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Should've known. At least I have what I'm already wearing.
[ But he shifts up off the bed all the same, padding over the floor to the closet at the other end of the room. For a second there's just a view of his face as he frowns, trying to flip the feed around, and then it flips to show a dizzying array of clothes. ]
They're weird, right?
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You should try that jacket on. The one with the flowers. I think it'd suit you.
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[ Mako lifts the one with large black pants and apparently no matching top except for some metallic draping to show Wu, his hand curling into the stiff fabric. ]
You're the one who turned on the video. This is your fault.
[ He lets it drop, then flips the video back around to show his face, his eyebrow raised. ]
I'm not trying on the flower jacket.
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Why not? It's very pretty, and it has to be the least objectionable of the ones you showed me.
I like that one. The pants look very comfortable.
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[ Mako's having a very hard time keeping his face straight, keeping away the little teasing smile tugging at his mouth. ]
This should be great for you.
And it's weird. And overly-formal. Why do I need a fancy jacket?
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Why not! Maybe there's a dress code at the hotel. Maybe Sodder is telling you you should dress better.
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[ He pauses, and then scowls. ]
What's wrong with the way I dress?
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It's... bland. Although, I do like the changes you've made here. The sweaters are nice.
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[ He does feel bad that Wu is there without him, though, and very bored. With a sigh, Mako pulls the jacket out and goes to prop the Fluid up on his desk. ] I don't know what the hotel is playing at, but at least the room is nice enough.
[ Of course, now that the Fluid is propped up and Mako is stepping back to try on the jacket, in the frame is a poster of Firelord Zuko, tacked up on the far wall. He's younger, in the middle of what looks like a complicated firebending move. Mako sort of forgot it was there. ]
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[ Wu laughs, shaking his head. He wishes he was there, right now. That's much more fun than critiquing Mako's outfits through a tiny screen.
He gives Mako his "privacy" by looking around the room Mako's in, then he looks closer at the poster and he gasps. ] Is that Lord Zuko?!
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Oh.
[ Mako realizes, all at once, as soon as the jacket is on, stiff and strange as it is, what Wu is looking at, and hurries over to the Fluid to pick it up and hide the poster, his cheeks burning. ]
That's nothing.
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[ This time. He definitely put it up when he was a child, when he'd begged his mother for any kind of thing related to Firelord Zuko, who she talked about with a strange kind of reverence. There weren't a lot of positive depictions of firebenders at that age, and he'd always been told to keep it out of public sight if he could help it.
Mako definitely didn't expect to see it again. He pulls the Fluid further out from himself, though, hesitating. ] You think?
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I do! I told you it'd look good on you. You look good in color.
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