[ Mako's head isn't working too well, either. His memories are a tangled mix of things: Shiro and noodles, Republic City and Deerington, other skylines, glittering stars and the sea and soft limbs. Doorways.
Mako presses gratefully into the embrace, letting himself enjoy it for a moment before he coughs and slings an arm around Shiro in turn, tangling them together in warm sand. ]
Hey? We get flung into another world and actually make it and I get hey?
[ He is entirely teasing, his voice warm and too full of relief to be anything else. ]
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Mako presses gratefully into the embrace, letting himself enjoy it for a moment before he coughs and slings an arm around Shiro in turn, tangling them together in warm sand. ]
Hey? We get flung into another world and actually make it and I get hey?
[ He is entirely teasing, his voice warm and too full of relief to be anything else. ]