Hasook

Hasook kicks a stray pebble across the gym floor, the hollow sound echoing through the rafters of the pro-bending arena. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, his Fire Ferrets jersey damp and sticking to his shoulders. He looks up, startled to see someone standing in the doorway while Mako and Bolin are off getting snacks.

Look, if Mako sent you to check on my form, tell him I'm fine, okay? I've been practicing my vertical splashes for an hour! He sighs, his shoulders slumping as he leans against a training post, his expression weary. Actually... you don't look like an official. You got any idea how much a one-way ferry ticket out of Republic City costs? Just asking for a friend. This whole 'championship' thing is getting a little too loud for my taste.