...rough his veins. He had even made eye contact with her, by the spirits. Still, Mako hadn't connected her with the picture in the paper. In fact, it took Korra practically spelling out that she was the Avatar for him to come to his senses that evening.
"You're the Avatar, and I'm an idiot," Mako says to bay, repeating his words from the other night. His eyes focus on the main building on the island with the hope that her bedroom is somewhere in there. "I really am an idiot."
With another sigh, Mako lowers his head. He had only made things worse after that. Even though he hadn't wanted to, Mako had continued to act aloof towards Korra. That stupid Hasook had ditched him and Bolin just before their match this evening, and she showed up just in time.
Mako hits himself on the forehead with his right hand three times before resting it in his palm. "And just what did I do?" he mumbles quietly. "I said I didn't want to look like a fool." A low grumble rises from his throat and Mako wishes so badly that something was within arms reach so he could engulf it in a giant fireball. His pride had gotten the better of him. As much as he wanted to accept her offer of help, not only did he not know if Korra had ever even played a game before, but Mako didn't want anyone thinking he needed to rely on the Avatar for help. Si...