Cosmic Ice

Everybody's orbit is done, and I'm falling behind.

Listening song: Falling Behind - Laufey



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Mako. Korra. and Naga. They're all sitting at her couch after school, with Naga on Korra's lap whilst she tries to play the same game Mako's playing, and him being the gaming addict, he was inevitably winning. It was Wednesday, a few days after they'd all handed in their projects and been told the results would be in on Thursday. Korra's noticed how weird Asami's been acting during their finishing of it. At the Planetarium, that's where this rift occurred. An odd distance between the two. Korra had thought maybe it was the kiss, but when Asami said 'lying' and nothing else to add to it. Then again, maybe it wasn't.

Either way it was bugging the shit out of her, and she wanted things to go back to normal. She didn't like Asami being upset with her or for whatever she'd done that made things this way. It was stupid, but Korra partly blamed the weather for this. Ever since the rains and storms began it's like a rainy and stormy cloud has been cast upon her and the lightning's hitting her irresponsible little heart. She's asked Opal if Asami said anything about why she was being this way but to avail, she just said something like, 'I'll talk to her' in response. Which instantly confirmed to Korra that she had done something wrong then, and if so, she wanted to talk to her herself.

Everything just felt shitty knowing she'd done something wrong to Asami.
She blamed that stupid crush for it too.

"Ugh..." Korra groaned as Mako won another one vs one in Mario Kart for what felt like the forty fifth time even though it was the thirty seventh. Mako snorted proud of himself, "Ha! That's what's up. Me, me and my scores are what's up." he boasted pretending to wipe his shoulder. Korra hummed reluctantly, "Yeah... good job. Want a cookie?" she said flatly. Mako perked, "Ooh, can I?" he cooed. "I saw a recipe where they put peanut butter on one side then marshmallow spread on the other before putting on walnuts and it looked straight out of a movie." he said. "Plus I think I deserve it since this time you have both hands and it was a fair fight."

Korra nodded and he leaped over the couch straight into the kitchen, the sounds of clatter following shortly after. She looked down to Naga who's head was laying in her lap as she received autopilot belly rubs from the hockey player. "Mm, Naga." Korra muttered gaining the fluffy dog's attention. Naga tilted her head and her large tail began swaying back and forth hitting the back of the couch with a loud noise. "Shh, shh, no... no tail wagging." Korra said only making the dog more enthusiastic in her express of joy. Only when Korra stopped the belly rubs did Naga stop the wagging with a sullen expression. "Okay okay, I'll continue but no wagging, got it?"

The belly rubs continued and her tail remained idol. "Goo- eh, no. If I say that you'll start the engines again won't you?" Korra mumbled watching how Naga seemed to fall back into her sleepy state. "You like Asami too right?" she asked the dog remembering how she jumped at the sight of her and got excited when she could hear her voice from the phone. Korra shrugged, "Yeah, you do. I get why." she whispered the last part.

"Unfortunately, I did something stupid and now she doesn't like me. I don't know what it was exactly though, since I seemed to have done a lot of dumb shit that upset her. And it'd be nice if she'd stop avoiding me so I can apologize but, y'know, she's mad at me so, not gonna happen. 'Nada chance'." Korra complained to Naga who of course probably didn't understand a single word other than 'I did something stupid' considering how many times Korra did do something stupid she'd go and vent to Naga about it.

"So, what do you think I should do? Should I get her something as an apology maybe? What does she like though..." Korra began to wonder, aside from coffee and astronomy, what's some little hobby Asami seems to have interest in. Mako came over the couch again with a plate holding some... thing, something, that looked like it held all types of diabetes at once in each crumb. Korra cringed, "What the fuck is that?" she looked at both the plate and Mako. He looked like he would start salivating if he didn't get to eat that in the next four minutes. "It's the recipe I was talking about." he said before pointing to the stickiest looking side dripping marshmallow spread, "Marshmallows," he pointed to the messiest side with peanut butter claiming that whole section of the plate, "Peanut butter," he twirled his finger around the whole cookie at the nuts surfacing in chunks, "Walnuts."

Korra looked him in the eyes judging him, "So, you made this shit in my house and see no problem with it?" she snarked earning a scoff. Mako lifted a finger in explanation, "Well, I think this is the most delicious thing you'll ever have made in your house. Plus you're just jealous I didn't make you one, next time ask and I might consider sharing the recipe." he said before reaching to lift it off the plate.

It wouldn't get off.

He chuckled nervously, "Just a little sticky." he excused now using full force to rip it off. It still wasn't even budging. Korra huffed, "A little? Dude, that stuff's more than sticky- go put some hot water on it for fuck's sake so it comes off." "No!-" Mako cleared his throat, "I mean, no. It'll ruin the desert if I do that." he started using one hand to pull the plate away and the other to pull the cookie towards him in another attempt. Korra narrowed her eyes, "And that will ruin both your heart and my mom's Fine China. Go wash it off, Mako. Eat a normal ass cookie like a normal ass person for once." she scowled and he huffed before getting off the couch towards the kitchen. "And get off Facebook, that shit's weird." "You can't dictate my browsing rights!"

Korra rolled her eyes. She took out her phone and after typing in her passcode went straight to a certain contact. "Okay, alright. What can I say this time..." She sighed lowly in decisiveness at what she should send.

You: Been a minute, are you okay? [send]

No... seems too awkward.