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[bellyshirt]

Who: Luke (bellyshirt) and Korra (allbend)
Where: Goldenrod City.
When: July ninth, midmorning.
Summary: Luke, Korra, and a pickpocket that doesn't end in a punch to the face?
Rating: PG-13 for possible mature themes.
Log:

Goldenrod city is the hub of the region for a reason: it's big, huge in fact, bigger than Baticul and all laid out flat instead of in a towering spire. It takes hours and hours to cross Goldenrod from one end to the next, but Luke's slowly coming to tame it, learning its fire escapes and back alleys where he and Zorua are getting better at blending in.

He's scheduled for some clinic appointments at the base in the afternoon--he hasn't been told what it's about, exactly, but Dist had assured him the results would be more than worth it. He's inclined to acquiesce, for lack of anything better to do. Right now, though, he's out on the town, crowd-checking, Zorua shifted and on the lookout on the other side of the street. He's not paying his partner too much attention, enjoying the sun on his face and the buzz of the crowd. It's nice, being anonymous.

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[allbend]

She whistled. A clear sign of approval, but that smug smirk was still on her face. Hey, she knew from firsthand experience how difficult doing a handstand like that could be.

Then again, that was years ago for her.

Korra moved to be some distance across from him, then tipped forward and easily mimicked his handstand. Her wolf and ponytails drooped upside down as she did so, tilting slightly as she shot that grin at Luke to see if he was watching. Her fur-trimmed pelt is upended this way, and thus, she uses that excuse to use one hand to pull that back.

"Hah! Got any more tricks?"

[bellyshirt]

He was briefly taken aback. Even his own small mind found the need to marvel at the grace, the power of the limbs that held her up. She raised a hand to tuck the pelt back up, her movement more fluid than his, body swaying gently as she adjusted herself. Her own shirt, tucked neatly into those oilskin trousers, failed to expose even the slightest slice of skin, and so it was with some disappointment that he let himself tilt sideways and back on his feet.

He couldn't back down from a challenge like that, and yet, he was frustratedly aware of the limits of his body in comparison to hers: he would have to work on his flexibility in the future.

"Whatever, it's too hot anyway, let's just walk," he declared, his tone imperious and yet still, somehow, close to compromise. (At least, in his own private beliefs.) He watched her, head tilted.

"Don't those clothes bug you this time of year?"

--said the boy whose pants rode low and shirt rode high, showing the pale edge of hipbones.

[allbend]

She laughed as she righted herself back onto her feet. Korra had a feeling he couldn't top that, or had any other moves up his sleeves. Score one for her on this competition, but she gave him props for, at least, showing he had some skill to his name.

"Why would they? I'm used to being in them, hot or not," Korra replied as she stretched her arms. Gotta loosen the muscles after doing that handstand, after all. Cramping up in front of Luke wasn't in her itinerary for the day. She glanced at his own clothing.

"I figure I should be asking you that, Luke." she said as she jerked her head to his black pants. The high collar of his white shirt also caught her attention. At least his belly was exposed, but she found that more odd than anything else, really.

[bellyshirt]

He didn't bother to stretch, only kept walking. He was reversed so he could look at her. At her comment, he looked down at his clothing, inspecting it for any flaws. The long white jacket and black undershirt he'd worn prior to his arrival had been shucked for cause of being too noticeable: the pants had stayed because they were loose and comfortable, and a selection of shirts had replaced the top, today a collared white. It rode up when he stretched, and he liked that for no other reason than it was pleasant to expose his bare stomach to the wind. He looked back to Korra, frowning this time.

"What's wrong with my clothes? These pants are expensive, you know." And it was true: bespoke, the finest in the capital, the most expensive fabrics. No one else would or could wear this.

[allbend]

His reasoning hardly removed the strange look she was giving him at the moment. Right, Rich Boy here. Still.

"If it's so 'expensive,' wouldn't you want to wear something else? You know, to prevent it from being dirtied or damaged." What's that? Logic from Korra? Who would've thought! Still, this guy was no Asami. While during the brief altercation the other girl had with her own father and Amon's Lieutenant, Korra had a feeling Asami wouldn't have any trouble keeping herself fresh and clean, even during the heat of battle. Luke seemed the total opposite.

[bellyshirt]

Luke was no Asami; no, he was perfectly content to use his wealth and status to his advantage when it suited him, and then turn and deny that it affected him in the next breath. He had a woefully opportunistic nature.

"Eh, I only have one other pair," pants were totally good to wear a bunch of days in a row, right??? "And these are way more comfortable than that...that weird 'denim' stuff in the stores. It felt strange."

He'd eventually come to buy a pair, and enjoy their durability, but until then he was content to stick to what he knew.

[allbend]

Korra made a thoughtful noise to his answer, followed by a quick shrug. Well, if that was what he wanted to do, then she couldn't be bothered to talk him out of it.

"Whatever you say, then."

She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air that was slightly spiked with a bit of the sharp, salty ocean scent nearby. At that point, she heard a small roar, and felt a bump to the back of her shin. Turning around, she found her Gible, mouth wide open and looking triumphant (however that was manageable considering he was mostly mouth than body) as he held a small object in his hand.

Korra grinned before she stooped to pick up Taring. She turned to face Luke with very same grin.

"Huh, think my Gible's taken a liking to you, Luke. Catch!" With that said, she casually threw the extra Quick Claw to the redhead.