Mako sets the girls' (hearts) on fire (fire_ferret) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-25 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), mako |
Who: Mako + Emma Frost
What: Commiserating
When: 4/21ish
Where: Emma place
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
The offer of pancakes for lunch was basically everything Mako was sure he needed for the day, and he was going to have to make sure that he told Emma so repeatedly. Possibly while stuffing starch and syrup into his mouth.
He had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on with Korra. That girl was hot and cold and then hot again. Normally she'd just yell at him and then they'd make out to make up. But that was in person. Apparently over the internet she was having none of it, and let him know so by breaking up with him. If it could be called that, because he honestly wasn't even sure they'd actually been dating.
Korra, he realized in vague resignation even as he knocked on Emma's door, could dish it out, but not take it. And that was really fucking annoying. His hangover wasn’t much better, either.
Emma opened the door, smiling softly at Mako. “You look like crap. Have you taken medicine?” She stepped aside so he could come in. Ah, the perils of young love. Or like. Really relationships in general, big or small. There was always the chance of getting hurt. “The kitchen’s back this way.” She put her hand on his elbow, tugging him lightly in the right direction. “Tell me all about it.”
“I took tylenol,” Mako agreed with a half of a crooked grin. “You know how it goes though -- sometimes nothing works besides waiting it out.” He followed her into the kitchen, finding some comfort in the act of just being near someone who didn’t half hate him most of the time. He’d never really been in this house before, and so took a moment to look around even as he sorted out his thoughts. “She’s... crazy,” he said, a bit lamely.
Emma pulled a ginger ale out of the fridge and set it in front of Mako. “What happened? Did you have an argument?” Internet arguments could get pretty heated, but she couldn’t imagine they’d do so between people who were semi-dating.
She served herself some pancakes and pushed the platter toward Mako.
Mako took both the pancakes and the ginger ale gratefully, and started in on the pancakes with the air of an entirely too excited child. “I don’t even know,” he admitted after a mouthful. “I made this joke about how I wanted it to be the weekend. And she started some weird thing about how I should like hump day. Which is funny, right? A euphemism? But then she got mad when I made a joke about... I don’t even know what. It was barely sexual. Harmless, I swear.”
Emma nodded, starting in carefully on her own breakfast. “She might have been upset at the start of the conversation, and that’s why she made the hump day comment in the first place.” Ah, the joys of young love. Part of her was glad she’d waited until she was older to start trying to have serious relationships. “Did she do things like that often?”
Mako wasn’t sure how anyone could be bothered by a simple “is it Friday yet?” internet post. It didn’t even seem like a thing that should be possible. He shook his head wonderingly and ate another bite of pancakes. “She -- is argumentative a lot, I guess,” he admitted.
“She could have been upset about something else. It wasn’t necessarily your fault.” She thought for a minute. “Though if she’s a naturally argumentative person you may be better off. There are plenty of nice girls on the network.”
“You’re probably right,” Mako said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “So it’s going to make me sound really petulant and stupid when I say...well. I don’t really want anyone else.” And he did, indeed, sound petulant and stupid. But he liked the challenge that was Korra.
Emma chuckled. “It does, but that’s alright. We’re all allowed our moments of idiocy. so you really want her, hmmm?” She sipped her water. “Tell me why.” Maybe hearing Korra’s good traits would help her understand their relationship better.
That was kind of a hard question, actually. Mako sipped on the ginger ale while he thought on that for a moment. “Well. She’s -- you know. Cool. Smart. Funny.” So far, he wasn’t doing all that well. “And--er. She has really nice hair?” Still not making smooth operator status. “And she -- does this thing. Where she’s kinda shy because she doesn’t know how awesome she is. And I want her to.”
“What makes her awesome?” Emma asked, her tone still light. She didn’t want to go too hard on poor little Mako. He was having a hard enough time with women already.
Women were hard. Emma was smart. And also a woman. So she had to understand that, at least on some level. Mako was, when it came down to it, still quite young, and maybe not as eloquent as someone a bit more learned might have been. “She’s not super girly. Kind of a tomboy. I like that.” Mako said, sounding a bit petulant. “And... uh.” He blushed, and it was clear that he thought one of the things that made Korra particularly awesome was private in nature.
Emma chuckled. “Well, that’s something.” She ate a little more, turning the information she had over in her mind. “I’m going to guess that she’s as bad at communication as you are, which is going to make all of this a lot more difficult.”
Mako only let out a little groan over it. “She’s worse. God. She’s so much worse.” And that was really saying something. He shook his head then, as if trying to clear it out a bit. “Oh well. Bitches be trippin’, you know what I’m saying? How’ve you been?”
Emma just laughed, which probably wasn’t good for his headache. Obviously he still had some growing up to do. Oh well. “I’m doing well. School’s almost over, and I’m training for a new job, which is both scary and exciting.”
Obviously, he did. Even he was vaguely aware of it though, which was something anyway. Slow starts were better than no starts.
The laugh didn’t help, but the pancakes had, so he tolerated it more than well enough. “Oh?” he asked, eyebrows raising. “What’s the new job?”
“I’m training to be CEO of Frost Enterprises. It’s an investment company, primarily, so there are a lot of rules to know and follow.” Or pay lipservice to, at least.
“That’s--” Mako paused, not sure he’d be able to find the right word. Went on anyway. “Impressive. Damn.”
Emma shrugged. “It’s not like I did anything to deserve it. I’m a little uneasy about the job, honestly. I’m afraid it’ll turn me into. . . Tony Stark. A smug jerk who needs a million dollar foundation to help people, who has a house that could pay to feed all the homeless in Orange County for a week.”
Mako finished off his pancakes and gave a little nod over that one. “Well -- no. He was -- didn’t he grow up rich? You obviously know better.”
“I grew up rich too, actually.” Emma looked a little sheepish. “I don’t think it’s technically running away if you go out of state for college and never go back, but I wanted to avoid being the people I thought they were.” Selfish assholes who couldn’t muster up sympathy for another human being if they tried.
“Well... you obviously know better?” Mako repeated, looking a little sheepish and wry about the matter. He was sure he’d known that. It was possible his hangover was getting the best of him, here.
“I hope so. It might be a little tempting.” Which was the theme of her dreams, from what she could tell. “I think I’ll manage to stay grounded. Beside, nobody’s as bad as they appear on the surface.” She was learning that one, slowly. “If you really want things to work out with Korra you need to find a way to communicate with her. It’s so easy to think people are jerks when you don’t talk very much, but once you get to talking maybe you’ll both find something worth liking in each other.”
“Yeah,” said Mako, and it did come out a little petulantly again. But he was nodding, so it was clear he saw the merit to her words, at least somewhat. “I’ll give her some time to cool off a bit, and then try talking to her. Thanks, Em.”
“That’s a good idea. I hope things work out, but if they don’t, you will find someone worth all the trouble she’ll cause you.” Emma smiled softly. “After all, I found someone to put up with my nonsense, so you’re no lost cause.”
“Plenty of fish,” Mako agreed, smiling a little at her analysis. They both knew that Emma was a catch though -- it was more that she’d had to find someone she bothered to care about, not the other way around. “Thanks for the pancakes too, that really helped.”
“You’re welcome. Pancakes are easy. Relationships are hard.” She was more aware of that fact than ever at the moment.
“Time to have a relationship with a pancake, then,” Mako said wryly, because being serious for too long was hard, man.
Emma laughed. “Nobody understands me like pancakes, though you might want to cheat on them with vegetables every now and then.”
“It’ll be an open relationship. That’s how understanding and forgiving pancakes are,” Mako agreed with a nod that was rather sage.
“Truly they are God’s gift to men.” Emma noted, cleaning up their plates. “It was nice to see you again, Mako. All my adult friends can be pretty serious.”
“I’m an adult,” Mako pointed out. Although, he supposed, just barely. Early twenties was that slippery slope of an age. “But it was good to see you, too. You do pure magic for the mood. But I’ll get out of your hair for now.” He grinned.
“You are an adult, but you’re not a serious one.” She smiled and went to get the door for him. “Good luck.”