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[ well. this is embarrassing. asami can't say for sure how long it's been since she's last seen your ugly mug, polychromatic, but she definitely recognizes it upon sight... though it had taken her a few moments to remember that she was supposed to remember you at all.

seems almost poetic that she'd turn up at the exact same place she had the first time around. heck, she'll even give the fixed-up carousel a wistful pat along one of its weird plastic animals' snouts... though don't mistake the oddly sentimental gesture for happiness or relief, or anything silly like that. she still isn't all that happy to be here oops.

after a while, she'll fish out that strange phone gadget she'd been taking the time to acquaint herself with the last time, and quickly scan through the contacts. there's an odd twist to her lips when she sees a few familiar faces... and notices a few missing.

eventually, she turns on the video option. ]

So! Long time no see. [ a pause. ] I think.

[ and because she still hadn't been able to figure out that tricky filtering thing: ] Korra, I hope you still have a room available... I don't think this place is ready to let go of me yet.

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[Still standing, but it seems to shake as a wee baby Korra comes running out]

YOU'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!

[And then she stops suddenly, and points an accusing finger at Asami.]

Who are you?!

[Mako follows up from behind. He seems a little distracted as he glances around the room, where he's pretty sure each of the items within have been touched and handled and it bothers him.

He begins opening drawers, looking for a marker.]

Korra, this is Asami. Asami... Korra, thirteen years younger. [He glances back to sort of frown, flopping a hand. He can't explain it beyond that.]

[ man, she'd been psyching herself up, trying to prepare for it but

there's just

no real preparing for this kind of stuff.

so sorry if she just stares a little bit. ]

Um. Hi... Korra. [ god it's weird already. ]

[She crosses her arms and peers suspiciously at Asami.]

Are you his girlfriend?

[It's only awkward if you make it awkward, and Mako is not about to take two steps backwards after months of trying to mend things with Asami. Korra makes her inquiry just as he finds a marker with a roll of blank stickers, and then he approaches them with a short sigh.

He pops off the marker's cap and takes Asami's hand in his.]

She's our friend, Korra. Be nice to her. [First the sticker on the back of Asami's hand, and then what might as well be chicken scratches: makos friend]

[ spirits, she'd almost forgotten how unapologetically blunt children could be... she all but cringes at the accusation, and is thankful for mako's no-nonsense attitude nipping that in the bud. she's only a little sorry that she's pretty sure she wouldn't have handled it quite as well.

yes korra please be nice to her. ]

You don't know me yet, Korra, but you will. We meet when you grow up to become the Avatar.

[ she stops only when she realizes there is now a sticker on her hand.

...

to mako: ] I don't think her attention span or memory would be this bad. Is the label really necessary?

[He has to step back to evaluate Asami's hand. What he'd just done.

The hell..?]

Uh.

...

Watch Korra.

[He shakes his head and heads for the stairs. Something about the kitchen is driving him crazy.]

[Korra's still watching Asami suspiciously. There's something a little imperious in her gaze, too, as Mako walks away.

Entertain her.]

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