personal space | @makotheprobender
Reporting to the police station had seemed pointless—but Master Tenzin had insisted. Korra could begrudgingly see why, now. Playing to Councilman Tarrlok’s ego was keeping her in the man’s good graces, a luxury many of her true ‘allies’ did not enjoy. Even though she thought the information scribbled down like a grocery list would never make it past that new recruit’s desk, it was following the letter of the law.
They didn’t even ask about Lin.
At least, they didn’t ask her. She hadn’t gone alone; they were all supposed to file reports, but everyone had wanted to spare Asami the pain of reliving what she had to do to her own father. No, Korra’s account was apparently the most important, and Mako tagged along more for the errand afterward and to offer his story to corroborate the account of the man they’d left tied up at the top of the stairs than because Tarrlok would ever want to hear what he had to say.
In hindsight, she was almost thankful. Because that unpleasant experience made what they really had to do a lot more amenable.
Going back to the Sato mansion.
It was clear even as she pulled Naga to a halt in front of the estate that she was just about as uneasy as the polar bear dog staring up at the looming fortress that house seemed to be. She’d never felt at home there as the brothers had, never been more than a visitor or a guest for an afternoon. Even the speed around the racetrack on the grounds seemed like it had been in another lifetime now.
But they needed their things. As happy as Pema was to accommodate her new inhabitants all she could, things like clothes were in short supply unless they wanted to don Acolyte robes. And there were other things, she was sure, that Asami would like having. Her make-up, for example, or maybe a hairpin or a necklace if it held any significance. Things that Korra never had.
She was trying to be sensitive, however, and part of that just meant shutting up until they finally made it through those double doors and were standing in that massive lobby again. There was no butler to greet them this time, no tap of a staff member’s polished heels against the tile. Anyone still on the premises was undoubtedly only clearing out their own things for the duration of the ‘investigation.’
“So where to? You know where Asami’s room is, right?” Er.
Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the blush that flared to life in her cheeks as her mind inevitably tripped over just how and why he probably would know that.