korra fontaine 水族 (aerophobic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-31 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, avatar korra, mako |
Who: Korra Fontaine and Mako
What: They meet when Korra kicks a ball at his head.
When: Mid-afternoon.
Where: A park somewhere.
Rating: PG-13 only for the language.
Status: Complete
Korra was practicing soccer with Naga after she’d spoken to Oliver on valarnet. She’d gotten the itch the moment they’d started talking the game, and had to take Naga out for a walk anyway. Grabbing her mini ball, she got Naga on her leash and ran with her to the park on campus.
She’d been kicking the ball around for a good five minutes (dribbling, heading, rebounding off of trees) before Naga got very interested in playing. Typical dog. Korra was not one to deny the wishes of her best friend, so acquiesced with a few kicks of the ball so the white golden retriever could fetch it.
They played that game for a few minutes, politely kicking the ball, before Korra really started putting some leg into it. Checking that the coast was clear, she booted the ball (not so politely) for Naga to chase -- and was horrified when someone walked right into the trajectory. With their head. Oops. “Um, sorry!”
To say that Mako hadn’t been paying attention would have been putting a little too much of the blame on just him, here. He had, in fact, been for the most part just minding his own business, and have a pretty swell walk around campus. He thought, maybe he’d get some coffee or something.
Instead, of course, he was probably just going to get a really big bruise. It was ironic mostly because he was used to things like head-bumping in sports. But only when he was aware they were about to happen.
When it impacted, he nearly fell over, but instead caught his balance and moved straight on to the swearing in pain phase. “What the fuccckkkkkk.”
Korra swore right back, though it was not directed at anyone but herself. She rushed over to the poor guy she’d hit, though Naga had reached him first (having forgotten about the ball, the sweetheart) and was looking at him with those puppy dog eyes. She whined a bit, sensing his pain (from just getting hit in the head with a fucking ball) and sat while Korra rushed over.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she said (not the dog, dogs can’t talk), putting a hand on Mako’s shoulder to comfort the poor guy. “I didn’t even see you! Are you okay? Can I get you some ice?” Holy shit she felt awful.
“No I’m okay, I mean, I think.” He removed his hands from his face to look at her. Oh. Maybe this was okay, if a cute girl had been the one to kick a ball into his head--- wait. No. “Auuuughhh,” Mako said, if anything sounding more annoyed than when he’d actually been swearing. “You’re that girl.”
Korra gave him a look of utter confusion when he called her that. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, removing her hand as if she’d burned it on his shoulder. Immediately after she’d posed the question, though, she realized.
A look of realization dawned on the cute girl’s face, and all of a sudden she wasn’t so concerned about this guy’s wellbeing anymore. “You’re the asshole who thinks he’s all that,” she pointed out, crossing her arms.
Naga looked at Korra and mimicked her owner’s mood, barking at Mako, sounding just as annoyed as she did. Good girl.
Mako frowned, taking a step back from both the girl and her freakishly oversized retriever. “Uhhmmm, excuse me?” he said, sounding a little too close to a sassy gay man for his own liking. He cleared his throat and tried again. “You were the one trash talking on my journal!”
“Matter of opinion,” she said, smiling smugly at the boy she’d just given a black eye. Naga backed up so she was at Korra’s side. The brunette crossed her arms and lifted an eyebrow at Mako, tipping her head just a little.
After a few moments of silence while she looked him over, Korra just shook her head. “I don’t see the awesome.” Her mouth twitched. She was enjoying this little battle they had going on a little too much.
He, on the other hand, was not enjoying it very much at all. It was hard to enjoy the little things in life when his eye was tingling and very likely changing colors as he spoke. “Yeah, well you obviously also can’t see where you’re kicking stuff.”
“I looked,” she told him with a huff. He was infuriating. Korra could feel the anger rise in her stomach. He would definitely never be counted in her favourite people. “You walked into it. It’s not my fault you weren’t looking where you were going.” Ass. She should have added ‘you ass’ to that.
“Oh,” he said, just this short of snide. “Because it’s my job in a public park to be making sure that some girl with bad aim is kicking things a hundred feet away?” God, he really just hated this girl.
“Keep your fucking eyes open next time,” she told him, placing her hands on her hips. She was definitely annoyed. And certainly not in the mood to deal with this Mako guy. “Oh, and fuck off, too.” Because she was full of rage.
Korra whistled at Naga, who barked at Mako one more time before she gathered up the ball. The dog knocked it toward Korra, who picked it up and took off. She had shit to do, anyway.
Mako stared after her for a short moment, just stewing in anger. He touched a finger to the side of his eye that she’d kicked a ball directly into. It stung like a bitch. “Goddamnit,” he said, taking a step forward before pausing. “No! YOU fuck off!” He yelled back, a little lamely to her now quite distant figure. “Argh!”