[ Okay, this is Wu's first time using this thing. He's holding it too close to his face and talking a little too loud. ] Mako? Mako is that you? Lysithea told me you're here, but I went to your house and it looks empty!
It's really cold, and I'm not totally sure how to get home? And there are spooky things in the snow that I'm not sure are there? It's getting dark and I that seems even spookier?!
[ He looks up again, then shrinks back against what is revealed to be the front of Mako's Howard Lane house. ]
This is you, Mako? My Mako, from Republic City? Not some other Mako. Right? If you are some other Mako, please direct me to Mako from Republic City.
This is maybe the last voice Mako was expecting to hear when he answered (barely, after jabbing at it a few times with half-working fingers and bleary eyes) his Fluid. He was expecting Bolin, maybe, or Kristoff even though they're in the same house and he's perfectly capable of going down the stairs to see Mako himself.
Instead, he flicks his Fluid on and holds it up to his face and is immediately shot several months into the past, to Wu riding away on Naga with a backpack the size of his whole body and a cocky assurance that with enough bug spray he'd be just fine in the swamp.
Spirits. Spirits, this is bad. Wu isn't cut out for this place: Wu shrinks under pie of all things, Wu can't handle the kind of things that Deerington seems to throw again and again.
But here he is, his face too close and his breath steaming up in front of his face, in front of Mako's old house. Naga's tracks are still barely visible in the front yard. And he mentioned Lysithea, so this isn't some weird fever-dream. Mako's barely been sleeping anyway.
Wu is really here, in Deerington.
His voice, when he finally manages to get a hold of his spinning thoughts and say something, is croaky with sickness. He looks like shit, and he knows that, is kind of trying to aim the Fluid a little farther away from his own face so Wu can't see exactly how bad he feels. No need to scare him more. ]
You have the right Mako.
[ Wow, his voice really does sound awful. Mako frowns and clears his throat, trying again. Important things first: get Wu to the right place, and out of the cold. ] But the wrong house. I'm on Princess Drive, with my friend. Do you have your map on you? Just. Stay put, don't go anywhere. Especially not the forest.
Mako! [ Boy is Wu glad to see him. He grins, staring through the tiny screen at Mako (technology is amazing!), but it drops quickly. ] Mako why do you look awful? Are you sick? What happened?
[ He blinks. Mako said something else ] Princess Drive? I live on Princess Drive! I think. I marked it on my map.
[ There the rustling of paper and then Wu holds up a neatly folded map of Deerington ]
You're in no condition to come down here, buddy, even with Naga!
[ And he processes that: ] Naga's here? Is Korra here?! Send her instead!
[ Mako sucks in a sharp little breath at that, at her name, glances away from the Fluid with a look that probably says more than his words do. ] She was.
I'm fine. Do you know how to read a map? Head back down the hill toward town, I'll meet you on the way.
[ He doesn't. Necessarily mean it to sound rude but he also doesn't really have faith in Wu's navigational skills, so even if he's sick—maybe it's old habit rearing its head. He doesn't know how else to explain the fact that he's already pushing himself up out of the ridiculously-sized bed, ignoring the mess of his hair and the fever-ache of his skin, to go saddle up Naga. He can't leave Wu out in the cold, and Howard Hill isn't anywhere near Princess Drive. ]
Oh. What do you mean? She's gone? [ Wu frowns. He sort of knows what that means. Sort of. ]
Do I know how to read a map. [ Wu parrots back, rolling his eyes. Does he? Probably. Maybe. He'll try. ] Are you sure? You really don't look great there, big guy.
Yesterday morning. I had this wild dream and boom! I was here. I... [ He frowns. ] You have your mind back. You're Mako. Not some Guan-automation, right?
[ Oh, thank the spirits, Wu actually knows everything that Mako does. He hadn't gotten around to asking, too worried it would be three months ago or two years ago or something ridiculous, but no. He remembers Guan. Mako didn't make it all up, or something.
It's more validating than he wishes it was.
And yeah, it hurts to stand, but he's doing it anyway. He's steeled himself against worse, even though he's dizzy and hot, and when he lets out an annoyed little huff, fire puffs under his nose.
He doesn't seem to notice, too focused on grabbing the vest Kristoff gave him from the closet. ] I'll tell you what happened when I find you, because I'm pretty sure you don't know how to read a map.
I can read a map! [ Wu protests, and looks down at said map. ] I got here, didn't I? [ Okay, it might have taken a while, but he's new! There's a lot of snow! ] I'm here, on Howard Lane, and I need to go... here. Back to Princess Drive. It's not that far!
[ Okay, he wouldn't actually mind if Mako came to get him but Mako is sneezing fire which can't be good. ] Is that normal? What you, uh, just did? With the fire?
[ Last thing he remembers... Wu furrows his eye brows. It's not a good memory. ] You and Asami and Bolin were being mind controlled by Guan, and you... got me. Too. I was being put in the helmet thing and he's going to use me to take over Gaoling! He's going to steal the election! Mako, is there anything we can do?! I can't let him do that!
[ Mako tugs the tunic on over his head, filling the feed for a moment with rustling and fabric. He reappears looking rumpled and frowning. ] Looking at the map and actually using the map to navigate are pretty different. Just—would you let me come get you? There's ice everywhere and it's almost dark.
[ He wishes he had better news about the next part. It takes him longer—as he pushes open the door to his room, willing himself to be fine, he's doing this—to answer it. ] As far as I can tell, while we're here, nothing is happening back home. Whenever we wake up, we'll wake up right where we were.
So. I don't know what's going to happen, but it's probably not happening without us. Try not to worry about it, if you can help it.
Okay, fine, if you're going to be like that. But if you get sicker, you can't blame me. [ He huffs, shrugging his shoulders.
They drop a moment later. ] Oh. That's... well. That's better than if he just walks me around and makes me do things while I'm here.
I... will try. Not to think about. Even though it's hard. It's just going so horribly! I don't know if this whole democracy thing is going to work out, and then it's all my fault and--
[ Mako pauses for a second on the stairs, frowning. His brows furrow, and he reaches up for a moment to touch his nose. ]
Huh.
Yeah. It—last thing I remember is being strapped to that chair. I don't know what happens after that. But Korra's free. Korra will deal with it.
[ He says that with complete confidence, pushing open the door to the main floor. It's colder up here, but that's fine. He's already shivering, but that's also fine. ]
And it's not your fault that Guan is an idiot who can't let go of power. You're trying your best.
Anyway, I'm not contagious. It's not that kind of sickness.
Korra will. I trust her. [ Implicitly. There might only be two people Wu trusts in the world: Korra and Mako.
But he's still worried.
But Mako said not to think about it. And Mako says he's trying his best. ] Yeah. Yeah. We'll figure it out. I won't let him take Gaoling or any other part of the Kingdom. I need to protect it.
[ He lets out a breath ] If you say so. But you sound and look awful.
[ His voice is so, so dry. He skirts past the main room, knowing Kristoff would probably yell at him for going to get Naga's saddle. He's not used to all the care, all the doting. It feels kind of good to be on his feet and pushing himself like this, knowing that he can push through like he always does.
Wu's seeing the inside of a very nice house behind Mako as he heads down the hallway toward the stable outside. ]
Stay there. Jog in place if you get too cold, I don't want you getting hypothermia. We'll be there soon.
Okay. [ Wu says again, voice weak, and then fumbles to turn off the camera.
It's a strange little device. He's glad he's mostly figured it out. And that Mako is coming to get him. It's cold and the sun is setting and he has the feeling like he's being watched and he hates it.
He does end up jumping from foot to foot to stay warm, craning his neck to watch for Naga and Mako. ]
[ Later, Mako will be jealous of how quickly Wu figured out the Fluid. It took him and Korra so long—probably at least in part because they're not a great team when they're not actively fighting something else—and Wu just... picked it up.
Then again, the network seems like it was made for him.
It takes him a while to saddle Naga up properly, because he's shivering and aching and too hot and too cold all at once, and his stomach heaves with every too-fast motion, which makes riding her uniquely terrible. She huffs at him, too, like she can tell he shouldn't be doing this. ]
What, you want me to leave him out there?
[ Naga just snorts and tosses her ears as he clumsily mounts her and heads off into the growing darkness.
He's too focused on his goal, for now, to do much more than notice the bright stars overhead. He has to find Wu and get him somewhere warm and safe, and then they can talk about why Korra isn't here and everything happening back home, and he can warn Wu about everything coming for him.
It's a lot. Mako is more than worried. Maybe he should have Wu pick those self-defense lessons back up, learn to throw a punch at the very least, and he'll need a job—
His thoughts are interrupted by a small jumping figure up the hill, and for a moment Mako thinks Korra because it's so familiar, approaching this house, but no. It's Wu, and Korra is gone, and he has to get used to that.
Naga skids to a halt beside Wu and immediately shoves her nose into his face, her own breath coming in steaming puffs. Mako doesn't trust himself to slide off her and mount again without falling over, so he sits there, clinging to her saddle. ] You stayed. Thought you'd be halfway down the hill by now.
Naga! [ Wu laughs, throwing his arms around Naga's giant neck. She's familiar, and she's warm, and she's here and Wu hugs her tightly before looking up at Mako
Who looks terrible. Worse, in person. Wu frowns, slowly pulling back and stroking over Naga's head. ] Mako, you--
[ He bites his lip. Not the time. He should get Mako back somewhere warm.
Stepping over to the side of Naga's saddle, he grabs onto the pommel, using what he learned from doing this before to heave himself up hopefully the right way this time.
He does, and it brings him very close to Mako, who's shivering. ] Mako! You're so cold! You should be in bed!
I told you, I'm fine. Kristoff's barely let me move for the last week. I needed to get out of the house.
[ Mako feels like crap, sure, but he's glad to be out in the cold air moving instead of lying uselessly in his bed trying to read through all the theories about Deerington.
He leans forward just a bit, without quite meaning to, until he's pressed against Wu's back. He's shivering, yes, but he's also both way too hot and way too cold. Wu, by contrast, is warm and that same warmth from Bolin and Kristoff and David is settling into Mako's bones. ] You said you woke up right next door?
[ He gets even warmer as he reaches around Wu to get himself situated. ] Grab on. There've been bear sightings around here, we need to go.
Who's Kristoff? [ Wu asks it without really thinking. He's not jealous, exactly, but he's also not not jealous.
Mako feels nice against his back, despite his shivering. Something settles in Wu's gut, the nerves and anxiety of the last day settling a little.
He picks up the reins, hoping that Naga might listen to him. She starts off, and seems to know the way. ]
I think so! On Princess Avenue, in this really big house. There's no one else there, and it's very cold. I think I need to figure out how to build a fire... [ He frowns, glancing back at Mako. He opens his mouth to say something, then stops. ] What are you wearing?
The guy who made this for me. My friend. He's from a different place.
[ Mako hesitates a little on the next part, half because he's trying not to throw up from all the jostling and half because he still doesn't quite know how to define Kristoff. Korra's his best friend, and yet—there's also Kristoff, who he'd probably do the same thing for, if there was a chance he might disappear. ]
The house we just left is. Mine, technically. Bolin and Korra and I lived there. Korra disappeared. Woke up, I guess. She's gone, and Kristoff offered, so we're living with him. On Princess Avenue, in a giant house.
[ Mako tightens his arms a little bit, pressing closer without really thinking about it. Wu is warm and solid and familiar and more importantly, something Mako never thought would be true: he smells like home. Mako doesn't know why Wu's fancy cologne reminds him of home, except maybe all those years spent at the Four Elements, but it knocks him right back to that airship. He sucks in a shaking little breath and wraps an arm around Wu to keep himself from lurching forward. ] Uh. Sorry. Naga's not a steady ride.
It's... rustic. [ Wu sniffs, but relaxes a little when Mako hugs him.
That's strange, Mako hugging him. Wu can't remember a single time since knowing Mako that Mako initiated a hug. It's always Wu hugging him, but now Mako's arms are wrapped around him. He can't exactly hug him back, his back to Mako, but he wraps a hand around Mako's wrist, squeezing tight, and leans back into his chest. ] Well, that's nice. That you made a friend who will invited you live with him.
Bolin's here too? That's good. Good. [ He bobs his head. He's also a little jealous that Mako is living with so many people. His own house is so large and lonely. ]
[ It is weird, being this close to Wu for so long, but Mako is full of warmth for once, and not fire, and—he really doesn't want to pull away. Strange to be caught between the knowledge that this is a weird thing to do and the fact that he's going to keep himself right where he is.
Especially since Wu's gotten closer, and all Mako feels is a pervading sense of rightness, and also slightly less nausea. That's nice. ] His fiancee's here, too. Anna. She's a Queen, actually. You'll like her. Doesn't want to be one, either, talks a lot.
You've already gotten the rundown on the town, right?
Oh. That is nice. [ He hadn't even considered that there might be other royalty here. Fire Lord Izumi was never really the talkative type. ] I've met a few people, out in the town. And I read up a lot on it. The things that Shiro and Peter and Chloe wrote. And about Maine! Do you know that Maine is part of a democracy? The United States! That's a pretty great idea. Although, I don't think the Earth Kingdom should be completely united. The parts are so different, like the desert, or Zaofu! Zaofu would never want to be part of a larger government.
[ He's rambling, he's rambling and he knows it. He laughs and looks back at Mako, but it quickly turns into another frown. ] You really don't look so good. What'd you catch?
Really nice, actually, and Mako doesn't quite know why. Familiarity, maybe: he got used to listening to Wu over those two-odd years, got used to the constant chatter about things Mako couldn't possibly care about. Mako's always been the quieter one, has lived his whole life with Bolin's voice in his ear.
And now, at least, Wu is rambling about things that actually matter. Democracy, and his ideas for government. It's a far cry from walking Mako step-by-step through some ridiculous, over-the-top spa routine.
It makes Mako smile to himself, glancing away from Wu to aim it at the snow and the stars overhead. ]
You're right. I can't see Suyin being anything other than independent, especially after Kuvira. Must be a Beifong thing.
[ And to do all that reading so fast—Mako's kind of impressed. Kind of really impressed, actually. ] They're good summaries, but it's nothing like living through it. I've been here for three months, Bolin for two. He was here during—it's called October, here. It was... bad.
[ If he just. Ignores Wu's question about how he is, Wu will forget about it, right? That's what he's hoping: that Wu will get distracted by everything else, by the stars or the snow or Naga. ] This month's been pretty quiet so far, but you can't get too comfortable.
Three whole months? [ Wu breathes, watching Mako's face.
Naga is still walking along. They're getting close, Wu can see the familiar large houses. ] That's a while. I, I read about October. It sounded horrible. It all sounds horrible! Could you really not sleep for a whole month? I can't even imagine. [ He shudders. ] That's torture. Literal, honest torture!
I... I'll figure something out. To stay safe. [ He's thought about it, come up with nothing, and then put it away to think about it later. ] You can still bend, right? I read that not everyone keeps their powers. [ Not that that is a problem for Wu.
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It's really cold, and I'm not totally sure how to get home? And there are spooky things in the snow that I'm not sure are there? It's getting dark and I that seems even spookier?!
[ He looks up again, then shrinks back against what is revealed to be the front of Mako's Howard Lane house. ]
This is you, Mako? My Mako, from Republic City? Not some other Mako. Right? If you are some other Mako, please direct me to Mako from Republic City.
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This is maybe the last voice Mako was expecting to hear when he answered (barely, after jabbing at it a few times with half-working fingers and bleary eyes) his Fluid. He was expecting Bolin, maybe, or Kristoff even though they're in the same house and he's perfectly capable of going down the stairs to see Mako himself.
Instead, he flicks his Fluid on and holds it up to his face and is immediately shot several months into the past, to Wu riding away on Naga with a backpack the size of his whole body and a cocky assurance that with enough bug spray he'd be just fine in the swamp.
Spirits. Spirits, this is bad. Wu isn't cut out for this place: Wu shrinks under pie of all things, Wu can't handle the kind of things that Deerington seems to throw again and again.
But here he is, his face too close and his breath steaming up in front of his face, in front of Mako's old house. Naga's tracks are still barely visible in the front yard. And he mentioned Lysithea, so this isn't some weird fever-dream. Mako's barely been sleeping anyway.
Wu is really here, in Deerington.
His voice, when he finally manages to get a hold of his spinning thoughts and say something, is croaky with sickness. He looks like shit, and he knows that, is kind of trying to aim the Fluid a little farther away from his own face so Wu can't see exactly how bad he feels. No need to scare him more. ]
You have the right Mako.
[ Wow, his voice really does sound awful. Mako frowns and clears his throat, trying again. Important things first: get Wu to the right place, and out of the cold. ] But the wrong house. I'm on Princess Drive, with my friend. Do you have your map on you? Just. Stay put, don't go anywhere. Especially not the forest.
Naga and I will come pick you up.
[ Probably. He can probably manage that. ]
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[ He blinks. Mako said something else ] Princess Drive? I live on Princess Drive! I think. I marked it on my map.
[ There the rustling of paper and then Wu holds up a neatly folded map of Deerington ]
You're in no condition to come down here, buddy, even with Naga!
[ And he processes that: ] Naga's here? Is Korra here?! Send her instead!
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I'm fine. Do you know how to read a map? Head back down the hill toward town, I'll meet you on the way.
[ He doesn't. Necessarily mean it to sound rude but he also doesn't really have faith in Wu's navigational skills, so even if he's sick—maybe it's old habit rearing its head. He doesn't know how else to explain the fact that he's already pushing himself up out of the ridiculously-sized bed, ignoring the mess of his hair and the fever-ache of his skin, to go saddle up Naga. He can't leave Wu out in the cold, and Howard Hill isn't anywhere near Princess Drive. ]
When did you wake up?
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Do I know how to read a map. [ Wu parrots back, rolling his eyes. Does he? Probably. Maybe. He'll try. ] Are you sure? You really don't look great there, big guy.
Yesterday morning. I had this wild dream and boom! I was here. I... [ He frowns. ] You have your mind back. You're Mako. Not some Guan-automation, right?
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[ Oh, thank the spirits, Wu actually knows everything that Mako does. He hadn't gotten around to asking, too worried it would be three months ago or two years ago or something ridiculous, but no. He remembers Guan. Mako didn't make it all up, or something.
It's more validating than he wishes it was.
And yeah, it hurts to stand, but he's doing it anyway. He's steeled himself against worse, even though he's dizzy and hot, and when he lets out an annoyed little huff, fire puffs under his nose.
He doesn't seem to notice, too focused on grabbing the vest Kristoff gave him from the closet. ] I'll tell you what happened when I find you, because I'm pretty sure you don't know how to read a map.
Tell me the last thing you remember.
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[ Okay, he wouldn't actually mind if Mako came to get him but Mako is sneezing fire which can't be good. ] Is that normal? What you, uh, just did? With the fire?
[ Last thing he remembers... Wu furrows his eye brows. It's not a good memory. ] You and Asami and Bolin were being mind controlled by Guan, and you... got me. Too. I was being put in the helmet thing and he's going to use me to take over Gaoling! He's going to steal the election! Mako, is there anything we can do?! I can't let him do that!
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[ Mako tugs the tunic on over his head, filling the feed for a moment with rustling and fabric. He reappears looking rumpled and frowning. ] Looking at the map and actually using the map to navigate are pretty different. Just—would you let me come get you? There's ice everywhere and it's almost dark.
[ He wishes he had better news about the next part. It takes him longer—as he pushes open the door to his room, willing himself to be fine, he's doing this—to answer it. ] As far as I can tell, while we're here, nothing is happening back home. Whenever we wake up, we'll wake up right where we were.
So. I don't know what's going to happen, but it's probably not happening without us. Try not to worry about it, if you can help it.
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Okay, fine, if you're going to be like that. But if you get sicker, you can't blame me. [ He huffs, shrugging his shoulders.
They drop a moment later. ] Oh. That's... well. That's better than if he just walks me around and makes me do things while I'm here.
I... will try. Not to think about. Even though it's hard. It's just going so horribly! I don't know if this whole democracy thing is going to work out, and then it's all my fault and--
[ He lets out a breath. ]
It's really cold out here.
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[ Mako pauses for a second on the stairs, frowning. His brows furrow, and he reaches up for a moment to touch his nose. ]
Huh.
Yeah. It—last thing I remember is being strapped to that chair. I don't know what happens after that. But Korra's free. Korra will deal with it.
[ He says that with complete confidence, pushing open the door to the main floor. It's colder up here, but that's fine. He's already shivering, but that's also fine. ]
And it's not your fault that Guan is an idiot who can't let go of power. You're trying your best.
Anyway, I'm not contagious. It's not that kind of sickness.
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But he's still worried.
But Mako said not to think about it. And Mako says he's trying his best. ] Yeah. Yeah. We'll figure it out. I won't let him take Gaoling or any other part of the Kingdom. I need to protect it.
[ He lets out a breath ] If you say so. But you sound and look awful.
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[ His voice is so, so dry. He skirts past the main room, knowing Kristoff would probably yell at him for going to get Naga's saddle. He's not used to all the care, all the doting. It feels kind of good to be on his feet and pushing himself like this, knowing that he can push through like he always does.
Wu's seeing the inside of a very nice house behind Mako as he heads down the hallway toward the stable outside. ]
Stay there. Jog in place if you get too cold, I don't want you getting hypothermia. We'll be there soon.
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I'm not going to fall off. Be there soon.
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It's a strange little device. He's glad he's mostly figured it out. And that Mako is coming to get him. It's cold and the sun is setting and he has the feeling like he's being watched and he hates it.
He does end up jumping from foot to foot to stay warm, craning his neck to watch for Naga and Mako. ]
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Then again, the network seems like it was made for him.
It takes him a while to saddle Naga up properly, because he's shivering and aching and too hot and too cold all at once, and his stomach heaves with every too-fast motion, which makes riding her uniquely terrible. She huffs at him, too, like she can tell he shouldn't be doing this. ]
What, you want me to leave him out there?
[ Naga just snorts and tosses her ears as he clumsily mounts her and heads off into the growing darkness.
He's too focused on his goal, for now, to do much more than notice the bright stars overhead. He has to find Wu and get him somewhere warm and safe, and then they can talk about why Korra isn't here and everything happening back home, and he can warn Wu about everything coming for him.
It's a lot. Mako is more than worried. Maybe he should have Wu pick those self-defense lessons back up, learn to throw a punch at the very least, and he'll need a job—
His thoughts are interrupted by a small jumping figure up the hill, and for a moment Mako thinks Korra because it's so familiar, approaching this house, but no. It's Wu, and Korra is gone, and he has to get used to that.
Naga skids to a halt beside Wu and immediately shoves her nose into his face, her own breath coming in steaming puffs. Mako doesn't trust himself to slide off her and mount again without falling over, so he sits there, clinging to her saddle. ] You stayed. Thought you'd be halfway down the hill by now.
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Who looks terrible. Worse, in person. Wu frowns, slowly pulling back and stroking over Naga's head. ] Mako, you--
[ He bites his lip. Not the time. He should get Mako back somewhere warm.
Stepping over to the side of Naga's saddle, he grabs onto the pommel, using what he learned from doing this before to heave himself up hopefully the right way this time.
He does, and it brings him very close to Mako, who's shivering. ] Mako! You're so cold! You should be in bed!
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[ Mako feels like crap, sure, but he's glad to be out in the cold air moving instead of lying uselessly in his bed trying to read through all the theories about Deerington.
He leans forward just a bit, without quite meaning to, until he's pressed against Wu's back. He's shivering, yes, but he's also both way too hot and way too cold. Wu, by contrast, is warm and that same warmth from Bolin and Kristoff and David is settling into Mako's bones. ] You said you woke up right next door?
[ He gets even warmer as he reaches around Wu to get himself situated. ] Grab on. There've been bear sightings around here, we need to go.
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Mako feels nice against his back, despite his shivering. Something settles in Wu's gut, the nerves and anxiety of the last day settling a little.
He picks up the reins, hoping that Naga might listen to him. She starts off, and seems to know the way. ]
I think so! On Princess Avenue, in this really big house. There's no one else there, and it's very cold. I think I need to figure out how to build a fire... [ He frowns, glancing back at Mako. He opens his mouth to say something, then stops. ] What are you wearing?
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[ Mako hesitates a little on the next part, half because he's trying not to throw up from all the jostling and half because he still doesn't quite know how to define Kristoff. Korra's his best friend, and yet—there's also Kristoff, who he'd probably do the same thing for, if there was a chance he might disappear. ]
The house we just left is. Mine, technically. Bolin and Korra and I lived there. Korra disappeared. Woke up, I guess. She's gone, and Kristoff offered, so we're living with him. On Princess Avenue, in a giant house.
[ Mako tightens his arms a little bit, pressing closer without really thinking about it. Wu is warm and solid and familiar and more importantly, something Mako never thought would be true: he smells like home. Mako doesn't know why Wu's fancy cologne reminds him of home, except maybe all those years spent at the Four Elements, but it knocks him right back to that airship. He sucks in a shaking little breath and wraps an arm around Wu to keep himself from lurching forward. ] Uh. Sorry. Naga's not a steady ride.
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That's strange, Mako hugging him. Wu can't remember a single time since knowing Mako that Mako initiated a hug. It's always Wu hugging him, but now Mako's arms are wrapped around him. He can't exactly hug him back, his back to Mako, but he wraps a hand around Mako's wrist, squeezing tight, and leans back into his chest. ] Well, that's nice. That you made a friend who will invited you live with him.
Bolin's here too? That's good. Good. [ He bobs his head. He's also a little jealous that Mako is living with so many people. His own house is so large and lonely. ]
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Especially since Wu's gotten closer, and all Mako feels is a pervading sense of rightness, and also slightly less nausea. That's nice. ] His fiancee's here, too. Anna. She's a Queen, actually. You'll like her. Doesn't want to be one, either, talks a lot.
You've already gotten the rundown on the town, right?
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[ He's rambling, he's rambling and he knows it. He laughs and looks back at Mako, but it quickly turns into another frown. ] You really don't look so good. What'd you catch?
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Really nice, actually, and Mako doesn't quite know why. Familiarity, maybe: he got used to listening to Wu over those two-odd years, got used to the constant chatter about things Mako couldn't possibly care about. Mako's always been the quieter one, has lived his whole life with Bolin's voice in his ear.
And now, at least, Wu is rambling about things that actually matter. Democracy, and his ideas for government. It's a far cry from walking Mako step-by-step through some ridiculous, over-the-top spa routine.
It makes Mako smile to himself, glancing away from Wu to aim it at the snow and the stars overhead. ]
You're right. I can't see Suyin being anything other than independent, especially after Kuvira. Must be a Beifong thing.
[ And to do all that reading so fast—Mako's kind of impressed. Kind of really impressed, actually. ] They're good summaries, but it's nothing like living through it. I've been here for three months, Bolin for two. He was here during—it's called October, here. It was... bad.
[ If he just. Ignores Wu's question about how he is, Wu will forget about it, right? That's what he's hoping: that Wu will get distracted by everything else, by the stars or the snow or Naga. ] This month's been pretty quiet so far, but you can't get too comfortable.
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Naga is still walking along. They're getting close, Wu can see the familiar large houses. ] That's a while. I, I read about October. It sounded horrible. It all sounds horrible! Could you really not sleep for a whole month? I can't even imagine. [ He shudders. ] That's torture. Literal, honest torture!
I... I'll figure something out. To stay safe. [ He's thought about it, come up with nothing, and then put it away to think about it later. ] You can still bend, right? I read that not everyone keeps their powers. [ Not that that is a problem for Wu.
And he is distracted, at least for now. ]
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