"Knew what?" Naruto asks from the kitchen, sliping in the still mostly spartan house with the jangle of keys and the rustle of a brown paper bag, full of leftovers from the noodle shop. He usually worked the late shift, which wasn't awful. 'Late' was only until around 10pm, which left plenty of time before bed, and also left plenty of time in the morning for sluggish wakers like Naruto.
Setting the food down on the table, he breezes into the living room to find Korra sitting on the couch, Naga beside her wearing a quizzical expression. The TV isn't on. He starts wondering.
"Is everything ... okay?" he asks. Something about the tableau seems off-model, for reasons he can't even consciously put into words. It's simply a strangeness that his intuition tells him is there. She's too stiff.
"Korra?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss against her warm cheek.
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Setting the food down on the table, he breezes into the living room to find Korra sitting on the couch, Naga beside her wearing a quizzical expression. The TV isn't on. He starts wondering.
"Is everything ... okay?" he asks. Something about the tableau seems off-model, for reasons he can't even consciously put into words. It's simply a strangeness that his intuition tells him is there. She's too stiff.
"Korra?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss against her warm cheek.