[Forget about not ending well -- this isn't starting well. For one thing, it took Korra twenty minutes longer to get out of the beach house than she had wanted because Hamlet was teasing the sheep and Naga really didn't like the idea of Korra going somewhere without her.
There's a boy -- maybe 14 -- right outside of Li's building, feeding a freshly hatched dragon. He looks Korra up and down and leers knowingly at her. She clenches her fist instinctively, ready to knock that smirk off his face, but forces herself to release it. Instead, she hurries into the building, feeling no pride at her self-restraint, only a dirty, uncomfortable conviction that she's running away. Inside, she crosses paths with a middle-aged couple who both glare at her... and follow her. She almost thinks they're from the Underground, except they stop and go into the apartment next to Li's.
that awkward moment when I almost used my Bolin journal
There's a boy -- maybe 14 -- right outside of Li's building, feeding a freshly hatched dragon. He looks Korra up and down and leers knowingly at her. She clenches her fist instinctively, ready to knock that smirk off his face, but forces herself to release it. Instead, she hurries into the building, feeling no pride at her self-restraint, only a dirty, uncomfortable conviction that she's running away. Inside, she crosses paths with a middle-aged couple who both glare at her... and follow her. She almost thinks they're from the Underground, except they stop and go into the apartment next to Li's.
Oh. Oh.
Maybe she should have said her place.
Face burning, she taps on Li's door.]