[ Mako hisses to himself as he stalks away. His anger is already settling into prickling, nagging guilt, which is annoying because he didn't actually do anything wrong on purpose.
(He should know how to control it, though. He's a firebender. It could get dangerous fast.)
But that guy doesn't look like he could stand up against a strong wind, so what does he know about self-control? What does he think Mako was supposed to do?
(Fix it, instead of just talking uselessly—)
Mako huffs, angry and low, thinking himself in circles all the way up the stairs into the hallway that definitely was supposed to have his room in it, except all these doors are locked and none of the numbers match—
After about ten minutes, Wu might here a strangled, ]
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[ Mako hisses to himself as he stalks away. His anger is already settling into prickling, nagging guilt, which is annoying because he didn't actually do anything wrong on purpose.
(He should know how to control it, though. He's a firebender. It could get dangerous fast.)
But that guy doesn't look like he could stand up against a strong wind, so what does he know about self-control? What does he think Mako was supposed to do?
(Fix it, instead of just talking uselessly—)
Mako huffs, angry and low, thinking himself in circles all the way up the stairs into the hallway that definitely was supposed to have his room in it, except all these doors are locked and none of the numbers match—
After about ten minutes, Wu might here a strangled, ]
Oh, come on! Seriously?
[ from upstairs.
Mako's doing great. ]