[ If Naruto wants to take the conversation in that direction, Bolin's not about to resist, falling back onto the bed, uncaring of the way that he hits the blonde on his way down. Yun wiggles free of his grasp, landing back on the ground with a growl and a glare before flopping over, much like her owner.
He scratches a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what he wants to do; something between just letting himself wallow, and also wanting to take his mind off it.
He wishes that Adra hadn't left, that Korra hadn't left either. He wishes that his brother was here, even if it would strip him of his bending and his purpose, and he doesn't need to ask someone to know that it's selfish. ]
Yeah. I should probably try to be a little happy though. [ He furrows his brows, trying to reconcile the reality of his emotions from what they should be. ] I mean, he got to go home. That's the dream.
[ He rubs his cheek next, fidgeting because it sucks, it sucks. ]
no subject
He scratches a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what he wants to do; something between just letting himself wallow, and also wanting to take his mind off it.
He wishes that Adra hadn't left, that Korra hadn't left either. He wishes that his brother was here, even if it would strip him of his bending and his purpose, and he doesn't need to ask someone to know that it's selfish. ]
Yeah. I should probably try to be a little happy though. [ He furrows his brows, trying to reconcile the reality of his emotions from what they should be. ] I mean, he got to go home. That's the dream.
[ He rubs his cheek next, fidgeting because it sucks, it sucks. ]