backwordscompatible | IC CONTACT (HAVEN)

Couldn't guess if I tried.

It's not just the higher-ups. There are people here, trapped like us, who've inexplicably decided they were in the mood for being traitorous jerks and signed up. For the life of me, I still can't figure out why.

[he pauses, while he mulls over what she said.

He could think of a few reasons why someone would consider it... But he was getting the feeling that his opinions on it wouldn't be appreciated. So he responded with a more lame,]

Yeah.

But those guys come and go more easily, the higher-ups are here no matter what. So figuring out their numbers is probably going to be the easier, more useful task.

[thinking out loud...]

... Anyway, thanks.

[No. They definitely wouldn't. Considering, at one point, she'd actually been on relatively neutral terms with a Yao lackey. Friendship would have been an overstatement, but they could exchange words without her wanting to punch his face. And then he tried to kill her, for no other reason than Yao told him to.]

[Nothing personal, he said.]

[Like hell, it wasn't.]

Sure thing.

Was that all?

Yeah.

[now that he wasn't in cop mode, he was a lot less intense.]

I mean, I might think of more later... But for now, yeah.

[If this was less intense, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him in full on Cop Mode.]

Well, I'm certainly not going anywhere...unfortunately...so you know how to reach me if you need to.

I'm still not even sure why they would give us phones, but I'm glad they did. Since not all of us have superhearing.

... I don't know if I trust the phones.

[more hesitant. Saying that over the phone-- well. Yeah.]

They'd be really easy to tap, even without wires.

[and he's waiting for the day he accidentally calls someone he wasn't meaning to... there was a lot more room for error.]

And while the pictures help, it's really easy to touch the wrong one.

[The irony.]

Oh, trust me, I get it. My b-- [She caught herself before the word had even made it out. It had been so natural to say, up until a short time ago. But now...it just didn't seem right.] ...a friend from home could hack into pretty much anything.

But safe or no, you have to admit, they're pretty good for getting in touch with someone quickly. Better than doing it the old fashioned way.

Yeah.

And, hey, there are less prank calls. I don't how many 'is your refrigerator running' calls I've gotten while on duty.

[a lot. Damn kids.]

Nah. We like to save the pranks for in-person here. That way, we get to cherish the looks on their faces.

[Was she joking? Probably not, considering one particular prank she'd helped play had come to mind.]

Just ask Korra.

[...because of course they'd gotten her in on it.]

Next time I see her, I'll ask.

[... though he wasn't sure if he really--

no he wanted to know.]

[To be fair, in almost any other situation, it would have been hilarious. Nobody got hurt. Not even Conner's shirts. And both Kon and Zee were still convinced it had been for a good cause: getting Conner into more ~~Kon-like~~ colorful shirts.]

You could always call her up now.

Like I said. Convenience.

Thaaaaat's okay.

[he has to work himself up to talking to Korra now. It's weird.]

She's probably busy.

[...um...]

You wouldn't, by any chance, happen to be avoiding her, would you?

[Was that actually any of her business? Did she care ?]

What?

[He sounds surprised, and maybe a bit guilty. But just a bit, because he wasn't really avoiding her, in his head.]

No-- No, it's nothing like that. I...

[pause]

The differences in what we remember and just getting my feet under me, it's been...

[a sigh.]

Look, I just saw her yesterday. I'm not avoiding her.

[Believe it or not, that much actually made sense to her. She'd been through it herself enough times to understand the awkward.]

Well, that was yesterday. And this is today.

Look...whatever the time difference between you two...as long as you're still friends, it'll work out. Trust me. Conner and I come from five years apart, and if anything, I think we're closer now than we were back home.

[Completely ignoring the part where they might not still be friends in either of their times. Or the fact that she and Conner had gotten extremely lucky. Or...really...any other situation that involved things going less than casually.]

I know.

Are you always this nosy?

[Yes.]

Are you always this defensive?

[about 90% of the time]

Not all the time. [Korra was just a sensitive subject.]

[Mako, please. Don't sell yourself short.]

So I'm just a special case. Lucky me.

It's more the question...

[he shrugs uncomfortably on the other end. Admittedly, he was thinking about it too much, now]

The one about the prank?

[Or possibly the reason why he might be avoiding Korra, but this topic might actually have a chance to get her somewhere.]

It's no big deal, really. All we did was ask her to hold onto some of Conner's clothes for a little while. I promise. That's it.

[Less he think they were causing the kind of trouble that wasn't so fun.]

Oh.

[... he wasn't sure what to say about that. He knew they were close, based off what she'd told him before but... the guy seemed pretty stand-up?

... And he wasn't sure if being jealous was a normal reaction here]

I see.

And no, we don't make a habit out of it, if that's what you're worried about.

There were extenuating circumstances involved.

[Namely, somebody left Zee and Kon alone unsupervised, and they enabled one another.]

I believe you.

I'm sure it was a pretty good prank.

[he's... so glad... she can't see his face right now. So glad.]

It really was. We could have kept going on forever if Korra hadn't caved and finally given his clothes back. I guess she thought it would be too weird keeping them stashed...wherever she had them stashed.

Come to think of it, I never did ask her where that was.

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