#coolunderfirestyle

It wasn't exactly odd for the young Avatar to visit her boyfriend at work. Not exactly. 

But there were still some raised brows when she sauntered in, that bag of pau buns in her hand and the other lifting a semi-sheepish wave to the other patrolmen loitering about the office. After all, they were used to being called to the scene of her 'crimes,' and to have her show up on their doorstep always set a few of them - the ones who never forgot - on edge. Luckily, she'd toned down the vigilante justice quite a bit. In fact, she was pretty proud of herself for that.

What she wasn't so proud of was a certain firebender working overtime everyday as if he had to pick up her slack.

Republic City was, simply put, better since Amon had vacated it for good. It wasn't that everything was instantly and automatically fixed; even a headstrong, stubborn-willed Avatar couldn't accomplish that. But the Council was finally doing their job, Tenzin was getting to dole out all of that wisdom he had in spades to people who would actually listen, and of course, the rightful 'queen' of the police force was back on her throne. So the city could spare one police officer for one teensy dinner break, right?

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“What’s that face for? I was gonna ask you if you could give my satocycle a look over, it’s been making some weird noises…”

"Oh."

The pawnshop had once been a pretty usual place for Mako. Especially back when he’d been working for the Triads. Trading stolen goods for money was a regular thing. Came with the territory. He couldn’t say that he was a routine customer these days though. Word had gotten out at the station that there was some sort of issue with the pawn shop so, he’d taken a trip down there to figure it out. Turns out someone had broken into the shop and made off with a handful of traded goods worth more than their fair share of yuans. “I’ll look into it thoroughly,” Mako promised, turning towards the door, “If anything shows up, I’ll make sure you are aware.” 

He took hold of the door knob, about to open it when out of the blue, it crashed open, hitting Mako straight on the forehead, “Hey! What in the-” He began, stopping midsentence when his eyes met those of an old acquaintance of his, “Shady Shin?” 

It was an unexpected interruption in a pretty shitty start for a day. First was having to shuffle traded stock that should never have gone on sale at all. Second was tracking where all of that had gone before it landed in the wrong hands. Shin'd had to leg it all over the city and it wasn't even midday yet.

Just his luck that part of that 'stuff', a set of handbags and a fancy leather statuette of Avatar Roku, had been taken in a smash and grab. It wasn't so much the bags or statue that was important, than what was hidden inside of them.

And just his luck that he'd run into a rookie cop. Yeah, he'd nearly spit up his lunch when heard about that unexpected piece of news. He'd thought Mako would have stayed a sportsman. Guess rubbing elbows with and dating the Avatar had a way of pushing a guy on the straight and narrow.