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[anatural]

[...........thanks for the wall of text giant speech, Chekov. She doesn't know where to even begin answering that.]

I'm sorry I'm not funny enough for you anymore. [She groans and rubs her hands over her face. She doesn't want to snap at him. She's tired of being angry.]

I just... things suck. And they've sucked for awhile. That's not exactly a secret. [Getting shot. Being tricked and going to prison. Losing all of her friends from home. Chekov knows about all of this. He's been a part of all of this.]

[candothat]

[SHE ASKED. And he has a talking problem.]

No, that is not what I mean. [He's more worried about that than annoyed.]

They have, and it isn't. The City can be terrible. All that we can do is accept this and adapt. We need to be resilient.

[anatural]

Thanks for the lecture, Dad. You've turned my entire life around.

[candothat]

[Sigh.]

That's all that I know to do! If I had better advice, I would give it to you.

[anatural]

I didn't ask for your advice! I asked what you want from me. [Her voice rises in frustration. Why does everybody insist on making shit more complicated than it has to be?!] Do you want me to visit more often? TELL ME. I don't read minds!

[candothat]

I told you! [In the form of a giant wall of text a monologue.] If you want a numbered list, I can provide that--one, I want us to not hospitalize each other. Two, I want to know what you want because I find you confusing. Three, yes, I would like to hear from you, at least, after bad curses, and four, I want us to have fun again. No arguing.

[anatural]

Okay. [Korra takes a deep breath and crosses her arms. But at least she's looking up at him.] Fine. I can do that.

I just want to know what people expect from me. It's like everybody gets upset with me but no one will tell me why.

[candothat]

I am willing to try to tell you when I'm upset with you--in detail and at length, if you like.

[anatural]

Just...tell me when and why. You don't have to hit me over the head with it.

[candothat]

I will try not to hit you too hard, at the least.

[Is he allowed to hug the Korra?]

[anatural]

[If he moves slowly and doesn't take her by surprise.]

Okay.

[If he does hug her, she's liable to sag against him. She's so tired.]

[candothat]

[No way. October took away all ability to move quickly in situations that are not life-threatening.

Chekov hugs Korra carefully, just in case she doesn't think they're on hugging terms yet. She can sag on him if she wants as long as they're friends and no one's being hospitalized.]

Korra?

[anatural]

[And sag she does. It's nice, holding someone warm.]

Yeah?

[candothat]

When was the last time you ate?

[anatural]

I had lunch. [She caught some fish and grilled them on the stove at some point in the afternoon; beyond that, she has no sense of time.]

[candothat]

Then you should have dinner. I can pick something up for you?

[anatural]

You don't have to do that. I can catch us some fish.

[candothat]

But I think that you are owed an apology in the form of food.

Unless you would really like to catch fish.

[Food is food, he doesn't care.]

[anatural]

.....I've been eating fish for days. [Feed her, please.]

[candothat]

Korra, no. There is such a thing as too much fish. You will turn into one if you keep eating them.

[anatural]

[She gives him a look.]

I'm from the Southern Water Tribe. All we eat is fish.

[candothat]

Then it is too late for you.

[No, but seriously.] Stay here and I'll get as much food as I can carry. You can keep what you can't eat so you will have a change from fish.

[anatural]

[She takes a deep, shuddering breath that is almost a laugh.]

Thank you. Seriously, I mean it.

[candothat]

You're welcome. I mean that, too.

[He thumps her on the back fondly and then goes about seeing how much money he has on his person. Probably plenty. Maybe plying Korra with non-fish foodstuff will make him feel like less of an asshole.]

November 12th

[candothat]

[Chekov wants to work on communicating with Korra. He is also troubled. It only seems sensible to talk to Korra about what is troubling him.

Also, he wants to ask her if she knows what the vegetables that keep showing up in his messenger bag are called. They look like potatoes, but the shape is wrong and they're orange on the inside. He's tempted to try eating one. What are the odds that it'll kill him?

He makes his way to the beach house, looking outside for Korra and Naga.]