A/N: I got bored and wrote a sequel. Hooray.

I probably ruined the Gaang's personalities, seeing as I only ever saw one episode of The Legend of Aang (which is its name in my country), and that was 'Tales from Ba Sing Se.'

I am incapable of writing either Fire Ferret ship without the other.

I do not own The Legend of Korra.

Mako is rudely awoken by the cheerful sound of jazz playing on the radio. This isn't a rare occurrence, seeing a Bolin needs music every morning, but the person attempting singing along definitely isn't his little brother. Whereas Bolin can hold a tune pretty well, the person singing sounds like a flying lemur being strangled.

His splitting headache is growing stronger by the minute, and he involuntarily lets out a groan of pain. He reaches blindly for the glass of water he knows is sitting beside his bed, and gulps it down. He puts it down, and it is instantly refilled, which he would usually find weird. Of course, right now he can barely see straight, so he drinks the water without comment, and topples back into his sheets.

Most of last night is a blur. Usually, this would be a good thing, except some of the unblurry bits include a very angry Korra. He hopes they didn't set anything on fire. He's been seeing Chief Bei Fong too much recently for his liking. There's a crash downstairs, and a string of curses reaches his ears. Mako decides to go practice some damage control.

Korra is barging around the kitchen failing to cook. She swivels around, and grins at him. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

He ignores her comment, and collapses onto the couch. "Why're you here?"

She lights the stove with a burst of fire. "We have training at seven, and we got back at three. I reckoned it wasn't worth going home."

He drops his heads into his hands. "Training. Forgot."

She laughs at him. "You got the time-slot, you train during the time slot." She glances at him, and he notices the bags underneath her eyes, and that her hair is unbound for once. "Now go for a shower. You look like shit."

He peeks at her between his fingers. "I could say the same to you."

"I already went. Seriously, go. No shower, no breakfast."

Groaning, he obliges.

By the time he's finished, Bolin is staggering blearily around the loft, and the smell of coffee permeates throughout the room. Bolin waves at him, and staggers into the bathroom. He ignores the retching noises. His little brother is, unfortunately, a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.

"Here." Korra plonks a plate of scrambled eggs and rice in front of him. Noticing his worried expression, she sighs, and cards her fingers through her hair. "Don't worry, I bought the stuff with my own money. Eat. You need your strength for training." She falls onto the couch beside him, and hands him a mug of black coffee. Mumbling a thanks, he slugs some down, and makes a start on the eggs.

Much to his surprise, it's actually edible; more than that, even. He swallows with difficultly, and smirks at her. "Not bad." He chuckles inwardly at the way she growls at him a little.

They spend the rest of the meal in a peaceable silence. Korra is much more agreeable in the mornings-she's too tired to fight with him, and he's usually in too much of a good mood to pay any attention to her barbs. He breaks the silence towards the end. "So, what'd we do last night?"

She rolls her eyes. "Well, you two managed to sneak off and go on a booze cruise with my money. I found you both smashed in a bar with a harem. I dragged your sorry asses home."

He leans back, food finished. "Sounds like a good night to me."

"Says you. I didn't get much sleep-I had a really freaky dream about Aang dragging his friends home form a bar. Sounds familiar, huh?" She drains the dregs of her coffee. "You guys are better drunks than them, though. Zuko set things on fire, Toph flirted with everything, Katara started crying, Suki got really giggly and Sokka sang." She makes a face, and Mako laughs at her a little.

Korra stands up and stretches, and starts to wander towards the bathroom. "You can go ahead to the gym if you want. I'll be down after you-just need to fix Bolin."

Grunting in assent, he stands up and starts to walk towards his bed. Suddenly, he stops, and turns around to look at her. She really does look tired, and there's a slump in her posture he's never seen before. Barefoot, missing her pelts and wolftail, she looks younger than he's ever seen her.

For once, Korra doesn't look like an Avatar.

He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Thank you. For making sure we were safe."

Korra stops abruptly, and looks back at him. She looks surprised for a moment; but then her mouth curves into a genuine smile and her eyes brighten a little. "Well, friends don't let other friends walk home drunk, or so I heard."

He snorts, and walks away.

He resolves to go a little easier on her during training, but that is soon forgotten when he finds that his scarf is missing.

Go ahead and review; it'd make my day! ~Gryfo