He feels wrong these days turning up without food in his hands: it's one of the only ways he has to really make sure everyone's alright, with corruption heavy in the air and the possibility of beasthood around the corner. Nothing Mako can do will ever stop those things, not really, so he brings rice and some pressed tofu he'd made, and a full jar of scallion sauce because he and Manabu had maybe gone a little hard on scavenging scallions from that wreck and Wu's getting tired of eating them (somehow).
It's a small feast, but Mako shows up just a step or two behind his brother, nudges his elbow into Bolin's side as they wait. He looks—
well. His hair is neat, but there's that new handprint, long-fingered and elegant, shadowing his jaw, and a few other tiny marks besides that he's sort of trying to hide with a high-collared jacket. He's also smiling, small and content.
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He feels wrong these days turning up without food in his hands: it's one of the only ways he has to really make sure everyone's alright, with corruption heavy in the air and the possibility of beasthood around the corner. Nothing Mako can do will ever stop those things, not really, so he brings rice and some pressed tofu he'd made, and a full jar of scallion sauce because he and Manabu had maybe gone a little hard on scavenging scallions from that wreck and Wu's getting tired of eating them (somehow).
It's a small feast, but Mako shows up just a step or two behind his brother, nudges his elbow into Bolin's side as they wait. He looks—
well. His hair is neat, but there's that new handprint, long-fingered and elegant, shadowing his jaw, and a few other tiny marks besides that he's sort of trying to hide with a high-collared jacket. He's also smiling, small and content.
"Look at you, showing up early."