tushanshu_logs | Catch-all for October

It was strange finding that Kyle wasn’t all Korra thought him out to be, and even finding a common ground in the way of not only carrying a legacy; but having their predecessors suddenly shoved into their life on Tu Vishan.

But it was a good kind of strange.

However, they had another common ground aside from that. They both belonged to Jim Kirk in a sense. For Korra, she could only assume it was what having a brother would be like.

While Korra didn’t get any in depth details from Jim, she did respect his want for privacy in regards to his relationship with Kyle and only liked to casually tease either of them if the mood was light enough.

Those were thoughts that Korra had at the back of her mind constantly, especially now that Aang was staying at the clinic (hospital?). As she was going about and finishing up her healing sessions for the evening, Korra turned off the lights in the rooms that were no longer being used.

It wasn’t often she had time to stay late, but she could handle most of the first floor. So far she hadn’t been allowed to go up to the second or third floors of the clinic. Now that Aang was able to move about a little more freely on his own, she didn’t have to look after him as often.

Finding herself in the break room, Korra grabbed one of the snack bags made for the volunteers and eyed the Sigma berry she pulled out before shrugging and popping into her mouth.

"Not bad." She said to no one in particular, or at least she thought she did. She had been so tired from being there for half the day that she didn’t even notice Kyle was in there as well until a moment later.

"You pretty much live here, don’t you?"

Kyle's sitting on the couch as she walks in, tapping the pen on his cheek, sketchbook open on his lap, the page still blank. His lip curves upwards in a small smile as she speaks. 'Ever heard the phrase "married to the job"?'

He wasn't used to teasing her - even now he's still wary, but becoming less so as time goes on. It's more for Jim's sake than any personal reason Kyle may have. He knows she needs to get better and he's willing to do what he sees necessary, but Jim and Dinah are already managing that just fine. He sees no reason to interfere, and thus, he remains on the periphery.

"You’re asking the Avatar that?" Said in a rhetorical tone between chews. "I am my job."

Kicking off her boots and setting them to the side of the couch, Korra plopped onto the couch on her back and rested her head on the arm of it. Folding her legs so they weren’t invading Kyle’s space, she continued digging through the bag and pulled out a rope of sugar free candy.

"What are you drawing?" She angled her head to try and see the sketchbook. No, she had no idea what her feet smell like; just that it was a nice relief to not be wearing her boots after spending hours in them.

It's not a particularly overpowering smell, but he wrinkles his nose anyway, wondering if this is the universe's revenge for every time he'd come home covered in mud or paint, and getting it on every surface.

'Nothing yet,' he turns the blank page towards her, 'Just got here.'

Watching her eat the candy is making him hungry. He idly ponders getting something to eat on the way home.

When she sees his nose bunch up, it took a moment for her to realize why. Her eyes moved to his ring and then to her feet, and she wiggled her toes. She’s seen him clean the cabinets with a flash of his ring and now she was curious if that would work on a person.

"You mean you’re finally taking a break." Said between chomps of the rope candy, and while it’s dangling from he mouth; she fetched out the small juice box. "So have you always drawn or is this something new?"

Ripping off the straw from the side, she plunged it into the box, finishing off her candy like it was a spaghetti noodle.

Kyle wonders if he can request the ring to temporarily block his sense of smell. He probably could, but he doesn't like messing with his own brain. Soranik was much more practiced at things like that.

He thinks I can use it to heal, but I'm not good and sighs inwardly.

Watching her chew, oddly fascinated, he says, 'I've always drawn.' It was the only thing he felt he was really good at.

"Except now." She said looking from his pen to blank sheet. "Maybe you’re just burnt out from today." For her it had been a long day and she was there for longer than she normally was. Which meant, at least to her, that Kyle was probably busy most of the day too.

"Can you draw something if someone describes it to you, or are you more the type that just draws whatever comes across your mind?" Asked simply before sipping from the straw of her juice box. The first day she was there, he asked her to paint or sculpt and she was dumbfounded at having to do so without bending. Now she was wondering whether he was asking to see if he had any artistic connection with her.

He shrugs, unperturbed. Work wasn't a problem to him, it was free time that was a puzzle, and he'd resigned himself to never getting any. How long had it been since his last job, anyway?

'A mix of both,' he answers. 'I used to work for hire, which meant I'd draw what people requested, but sometimes I get bored of that and just do my own stuff.'

Above all, he knew how to make something to someone else's specifications, while leaving room for his own creativity. It was one reason he'd taken so well to being a Lantern: rules were there, and he could bend or break them.

"Looks like your own stuff is pretty invisible right now." Said as she bit half of the sandwich that was inside the bag. How she fit it into her mouth without some of sticking out of her lips was beyond anyone’s guess.

"Dhaw Ddim" she said without losing a single crumb.

'Hm?' He flips the pen idly, tapping it on the paper. There's a minute bristle of anger, and he's not sure where it came from. 'Draw what?'

Chewing some of the food and breaking it down, Korra was able to speak quite clearly now even though her cheeks were still a bit full.

"I said ‘Draw Jim.’" Sipping from her juice box, food still in mouth, she added "And eat something before your stomach starts growling."

He hadn’t been there that long and the breakroom was completely clean and the trash bins had been emptied. Meaning he either ate somewhere else or didn’t eat at all.

From what she could gather of Kyle’s dedication to usually being a stick-in-the-mud, Korra was going with the latter.

There's a thought. Kyle didn't particularly want to, he was worried about drawing people he knew because he would agonise over even the simplest sketch, if he didn't immediately have an idea in mind.

His train of thought derails at her order (Was it? It felt like one) and he gives her a reproachful look. 'You're not my real mom,' he says, grumpily, making it clear he's just teasing, and offering a self-deprecating smile. 'Don't tell me what to do.'

"Don't make me get the polar bear dog."

She's so serious that she has to stuff the other half of her sandwich in her mouth to keep from smiling.

Kyle, however, is utterly failing at keeping the grin off his face. 'I'd like to see you try.'

That, as goofy as they were being, was a challenge. Managing to swallow the entire mouthful, which stings her throat, Korra brought her fingers to her mouth and let out a loud whistle that echoes off the walls.

A rhythmical thumping sound can be heard that gradually gets louder and eventually covers up the sound of her slurping the last of her juice.

In her head, she began counting down until slobbery Naga kisses would find Kyle's face.

It doesn't take long for a large - oh God was that a polar bear? - white blur to enter the room and overwhelm a certain Lantern, who very quickly ends up on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, as he unsuccessfully attempts to fend her off. Kyle adores pets, and once Naga's done introducing herself he scratches her behind the ear.

'Okay,' he says, between a few chuckles, 'First? Not everything I say is a challenge. That was a joke.'

Korra simply rolled onto her side and took her precious time letting Naga get out all the attention she had pent up from being in her person den outside the clinic.

"And so's this" she said wryly before she finally sat up. "That's enough Naga, let him breath." At that, the giant animal sat down and sat up to he full height; tail wagging.

"But food isn't. Take it from the girl who's tribe mainly relies on catching their food."

He gives her one final, grateful pat on the head before there's a brief flash of green light, and he's clear of slobber and dirt. Sitting down, he puts his feet up on the table, matching Korra's posture. All of a sudden it's not difficult for him to imagine why Jim overidentifies with her.

'All right,' he says, 'I'll eat when I'm done. Think you can recommend a good noodle shop?'

Glad at her personal victory over Kyle’s stomach, Korra summoned Naga to her side with a simple pat to her leg.

"Oh, there’s plenty of good ones. But if you want the best of the best, then you’ll have to go to the Water Sector. You can’t beat hand made noodles, and it’s really affordable." That one shop was one Korra frequented and bought some home to use in her own meals.

"Art first though." After a few moments of her looking at the blank sketch pad, she abruptly began laughing and nudged Naga’s face away with her feet so the polar bear dog would stop licking them. Rubbing her feet dry on the animal’s fur, she propped them onto her back and leaned into the couch.

All that came to her mind when she thought of art was the statues of some members of the first Team Avatar that were around the city.

"Self-portrait?"

He makes a mental note of the location she mentions. While he'd originally been assigned to Water Sector upon his arrival, he hadn't spent much time there since Connor'd vanished. It was a good place to live, thankfully freer of gangs than Fire Sector. He could take the kedan in a hand-to-hand fight, if it came to that, but he preferred not to.

Staring at the blank sketch pad, he shrugs. Why not? He hadn't done a self-portrait in a while, and while the request was pushy enough to make him irritable, he's more concerned about a potential artist's block.

He starts scribbling, and the self-portrait takes shape. He went for stylised, so it could be finished faster, but he never sacrifices accuracy.

Naga’s ears flick at the sound of pen scratching on paper and Korra assembles the trash from her snack bag to throw away. Once done, she scoots forward until she’s stop Naga’s back and then slides down onto the floor. The angle only lets her see the very top corner of the page and nothing of what’s he’s drawn so far.

"You don’t have dimples." She criticized jokingly.

He usually gets so absorbed in his work that he shuts out everything else, but Naga is near his feet and he's drawn to the warmth. Rubbing his nose, he continues, and looks up when Korra speaks.

'Should I?'

"Depends. One if you don’t smile a whole lot and two if you do." That sounded about right as far as art went, at least to her. What little she knew of it.

Putting her hands up behind her head, Korra looked up at the ceiling. "Who cleans this place anyway?" Not once did she see any kind of janitor doing maintenance, but there were never cobwebs or dust.

He shrugs, he'd never considered whether he had dimples or not - it was a product of not liking mirrors, much, and trying to smile in them felt weird.

'I do,' he says, in answer. 'I can just think the place clean. Easier and faster than hiring somebody to do it.' A pause. 'Good trait for a man to have,' he adds, jokingly. 'Helping around the house.'

"I wouldn’t mind that. You do house calls?" Half joke. Bending was awesome, but even it couldn’t make a place completely spotless.

The floor’s way too hard and there was a furry, fluffy white friend to be on, so Korra stood up and just climbed onto Naga’s back. Once there she laid on her stomach, her feet and back easing after the long day she had.

"Jack told me you posted on the network after- all that." She put her arms around Naga’s neck and the animal gave an appreciative grunt. That was something she kept forgetting about, mostly on purpose, but now it seemed a lot more important.

So is stealing a glimpse at the drawing.

Kyle Rayner;

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