[ yeah asami, mako heard all about your horseapalooza last week. and saw some of the aftermath too, in the time he had that he wasn't spending either a) studying very slowly, b) doing even the most mundane and unskilled jobs the guild gave him, just to get his hands on some money, and c) still getting up at the asscrack of dawn to go for a run and do some obscene number of push ups/sit ups/planks/oblique twists/squats/pull ups/etc to try and deal with his own bendingless blues.
it's not entirely effective, but at least he always falls asleep at night. after he gets to bed, of course.
this particular night, mako is out late at on some lame mission which largely involved rearranging all the furniture in some old woman's house, way out on the outskirts of the city lands. she sends him on his way with the fee for the guild and — surprise — a basket of fresh raspberry tarts.
the smell proceeds him as he trots down the path, eager to get home and to bed, half a tart stuffed in his mouth oh shit i'm late for magic school and a wimpy splash of fire balanced above his palm. three weeks of studying, and he's barely able to manage something that he's been able to do as easy as breathe since he was four.
B. mako and the "hey i brought snacks"
it's not entirely effective, but at least he always falls asleep at night. after he gets to bed, of course.
this particular night, mako is out late at on some lame mission which largely involved rearranging all the furniture in some old woman's house, way out on the outskirts of the city lands. she sends him on his way with the fee for the guild and — surprise — a basket of fresh raspberry tarts.
the smell proceeds him as he trots down the path, eager to get home and to bed, half a tart stuffed in his mouth
oh shit i'm late for magic schooland a wimpy splash of fire balanced above his palm. three weeks of studying, and he's barely able to manage something that he's been able to do as easy as breathe since he was four.hey asami, look who it is! ]