Cosmic Ice

Blooming Blazars.

You must hate me I would too (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)but you must understand the new Fortnite season was coming and I hadn't completed the past battlepass yet!!  Don't worry, I'm all in! Plus I'm excited for them to finally fu- form a relationship after 35 Chapters of tensionnnn! (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

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"I see you missed me." Korra had on an all to smug smile as she walked up to where Asami was. Asami looked at her with snappy eyes and it seemed to do the talking judging by Korra's surrender. "Well, that isn't a very loving look." She invited herself on the seat next to her. "The minute I heard someone eager was asking for me," Korra scoffed smirking, "I knew it was you." Asami's eyes narrowed, "Can you stop acting all high and mighty? I've seen how hockey stretches look and you've probably done-" "Okay okay okay." Korra frantically raised her hands silencing Asami as a rouge tint overcame her ears. "What do you want?"

Asami acquired a smirk of her own, "A favor."

Skeptical, Korra raised her eyebrow. "Hm... Isn't this a bit too low, even for you?" She tilted her head. "What are you thinking about?" Asami retorted questioningly, and in reply, all it took from Korra was a suggestive eyebrow wiggle before Asami was out of her seat and going to the exit. "Hey- come back I'm joking." Korra managed in a laugh catching up to her. "I don't think I want your help anymore." Asami said under her breath going up the stairs. Before she knew it Korra was infront of her stopping her path. "Adam Sandler once said, 'you may not like what ya need'." There were 'R's where no 'R's should have been.

Asami's confusion was palpable. "Adam Sandler doesn't have an Australian accent," she placed her hand aside Korra's shoulder and slightly pushed her out of her way, "And no he didn't."

Korra flung her arms to her sides, "How would you know everything Adam Sandler has ever said?" Clearly Asami stopped caring two pases ago as she reached the top of the stairs by the double doors,  Korra tailing tightly behind. "Can you- do you know two guys named Kieran Culkin and Silas Deann? Or Silas Culkin and Kieran Deann?" Asami asked her.

Korra's lip stuck out In a small pout as she thought. A low hum followed before a recognized look sparked her eyes. "Oh yeah, Sierra and Katana." She snorted. Asami's brows came together, "What?"

"Those are their stripper names."

That was beyond jarring, and Asami, unnerved, breathed an abundantly more disconcerted, "What?"

Korra chuckled and waved it off, "Not like that, remember Spirit week last year when the theme was savannah, and the guy's track team came wearing fishnets, thigh highs, and crop tops with skirts? And they had made stripper names using animals from the savannah as a play off?" She egged. "Sierra jaguar and Katanga lion except Kieran made it- Y'know what? It's fine, nevermind." Korra stuffed her hands inside her jersey pockets, "Yeah I know those guys, what about them?"

Asami briefly licked her bottom lip as she hummed, "Can you ask them to leave Mara alone? And make s-" "Who's Mara?" The words came out way faster than Korra thought they would, and with such an unaccounted contempt timbre. Asami was slightly caught off guard. She shrugged, "She's, a student?" Asami didn't really know what was with that.

Korra only nodded ever so slightly with a hard to tell expression. "Okay.. sure, I guess." She moreover mumbled. Korra exhaled. "Anyways I have to go, and you probably do too." She scratched her cheek, "See you, maybe at the showcase." Without another word Korra left. Left and left Asami confused, confused and albeit a tinge disappointed. Awkward conversations were rarer than a solar eclipse, well those aren't really rare, but you get the message. As well as the fact that the showcase was the next day. In the night. That was so far away, for Asami.