BOLIN THE BRONY. WRITE IT WOMAN.
It started innocently enough. Training while listening to the wireless meant that the Fire Ferrets often caught odd programs- Mako would listen to Bolin describe them when he got home from work (he persisted at the lightning factory despite Asami’s insistence. Sometimes, you do things for yourself as well as the money).
Gradually, though, Bolin began to describe one program more and more. The adventures of a group of animals, the last fifteen minutes of the Children’s Hour every day. It got to the point, Korra told him, that Bolin would actuallystop practiceto catch up with Rosy the Rabbiroo, Flippers the Penguinseal, Bosco the Bear and friends.
It comes to a head one day when Mako walks in to find his brother brushing the long fake hair of a Daisy the Deeralope toy and singing along to the theme song.
Caught in the act, Bolin flicks his gaze guiltily between Mako and the toy.
“Korra gave it to me?” he tries, hiding the brush behind his back (as if that will make things better). “Ikki had a spare.”
Mako simply shakes his head and leaves. “I have no brother.”
“It’s got surprisingly compelling characters!”
Bolin looks into the gentle painted eyes of Daisy the Deeralope. “He’ll come around.”
THE NOISE THAT CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH WAS NOT HUMAN
Why thank you!
Everytime someone over-metas, an English teacher gets their wings.
In his other pair of robes?
Try asking historymiss, she of the phenomenal Korra ficlets. She might know.