[Korra knows exactly who it's from, of course. Who else would deliver this kind of gift in such a way? She takes it as a good sign, that he's over whatever happened to him that weekend and is okay. (Well, as okay as he ever is. "Messed up" is his default state of being.)
When she opens the box, her first reaction is a kind of queasy hurt. Playing dress up with your sex doll, huh? She pulls each piece out, reluctantly admiring how beautiful they are but feeling like they're not really for her. They're intended for someone she doesn't want to be.
She's just about to shove them all back in the back and deal with that emotional crisis tomorrow when she reaches the bottom. She holds it up.]
You have got to be kidding me.
[Why would he -- how did he even find this? She can't help laughing, and just like that, the hurt is gone. You don't dress sex dolls in stupid, perfect animal sweatshirts. She glances at the address on the card. It only takes a moment for her to make her decision.
She quickly strips down and puts on the first blue number. Takes a moment to admire herself with shy, awkward pleasure before pulling on her jeans and sliding on the hoodie.
She should sleep, or at the very least shower, but instead she creeps down the stairs and heads back down to the Underground.]
Delivery - Dated Friday Night<3
When she opens the box, her first reaction is a kind of queasy hurt. Playing dress up with your sex doll, huh? She pulls each piece out, reluctantly admiring how beautiful they are but feeling like they're not really for her. They're intended for someone she doesn't want to be.
She's just about to shove them all back in the back and deal with that emotional crisis tomorrow when she reaches the bottom. She holds it up.]
You have got to be kidding me.
[Why would he -- how did he even find this? She can't help laughing, and just like that, the hurt is gone. You don't dress sex dolls in stupid, perfect animal sweatshirts. She glances at the address on the card. It only takes a moment for her to make her decision.
She quickly strips down and puts on the first blue number. Takes a moment to admire herself with shy, awkward pleasure before pulling on her jeans and sliding on the hoodie.
She should sleep, or at the very least shower, but instead she creeps down the stairs and heads back down to the Underground.]