Korra had fallen asleep on the couch against Mako's leg. The boy had his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Bolin was leaning against the wall with Pabu on his shoulder.

"What are you going to do with her?" Mako suddenly voiced. The Avatar-turned-cat jolted awake and prodded the firebender's leg. He looked at her and received a short growl before she curled up again. "Ugh," he groaned, massaging his temples.

Bolin thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's not like we can take her back to the island. We'd have to explain why she's a cat, and that won't go well. I think we're just stuck with her for now."

Mako slid down the couch a little with a long sigh, arms crossed once more. "Then we're going to have to keep her away from Pabu, and vice versa," he stated. "I can't believe this is happening," he then muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Whatever," he huffed, standing up. He looked at the clock they had hanging on the wall and was a bit surprised to see that it was almost eleven. "Hm…Bo, you hungry? I'll start lunch if you want," he said.

"Sounds good to me," he answered, placing Pabu on the ground. "I'm going to play with Korra," he then announced, walking over to the couch after grabbing a little ball they had for Pabu.

Korra, who was on her back, tilted her head back to stare at Bolin. She flipped onto her stomach so she wasn't looking at him upside-down and cocked her head to the side. "Look what I have," he said, holding out the little ball, which he tossed up and down in his hand. The Avatar tried to ignore it, but she couldn't. Her eyes followed the ball as Bolin rolled it on the ground. Tucking her legs, she wiggled her hindquarters before springing off the couch and landing on top of the ball. She rolled onto her back and kicked it up into the air a few times before chasing after it again.

She perked her ears when she heard the boys laughing and turned to face them, back arched and teeth showing, letting out a loud hiss. That only made them silent for a moment before they both started to crack up again. Spitting at them, Korra turned around, tail in the air, and stalked away to jump back onto the couch.

Mako had finished making their lunch and sat on the couch while Bolin shared the table with Pabu. Korra's nose twitched and she opened her eyes to stare up at Mako's plate. She smelled fish. Can I have some? She thought as she put her paws on the boy's legs and stretched her neck to mewl at him. He ignored her. That is until she let out a sharp hiss that made him jump. Looking down at her, she put on an innocent face and mewed again. "….Ugh, fine," he finally said, holding out a piece on his fork for her to take. She hopped up onto his leg and grabbed the fish in her mouth, finishing it in a few bites. Mako had gone back to eating, and she took that chance to reach out a paw and take some more. But just before her paw touched the fish, he smacked it with the handle of his fork. She whipped her paw back and glowered at him. "That's impolite, Korra," he stated simply before pushing some of the fish to the edge of the plate for her. Meowing, she started to eat. As he watched, Mako couldn't help but smile a little.

Mako put the plate on the couch (because Korra had started to lick it) and got up. He went over to the ball that was lying on the floor. He whistled and Korra's head shot up to look at him. He tossed the ball and she immediately jumped off the couch to catch it. He and Bolin laughed again. Screw you both, Korra thought, spitting at them.

Mako walked over to her and sat on the floor. She also sat down, just watching him. "Do you plan on going home tonight?" he asked her. She shook her head in answer. "Didn't think so." He sighed and pet her head. "I think I like you better as a cat," he told her. She just snorted at him. "It's true," he muttered, running his hand down her back.

Bolin chuckled which made Mako turn his head. "What?" he huffed with a slight blush. "Nothing, nothing," his brother said with a grin. Mako gave him a look before turning back to Korra, who had started to rub her head on his hand. She was purring.

Dammit, stop acting like a cat, she told herself. Just because you look like one, doesn't mean you have to ACT like one. Korra laid down, tucking her paws underneath her chest.

"Mako, I'm going to head out. Want to come?" Bolin asked. Mako shook his head and said, "I'll stay here. I don't trust Korra alone."

Well, excuuuuse me, Korra thought, giving her claws a lick. "Yeah…good point," Bolin agreed. "I'll take Pabu along, too. Don't want them fighting," he added. "All right, I'll be back later." With that, he left.

"So, Korra…," Mako said, leaning back on his hands, "Now what?"

You expect me to think of something? She thought, putting a paw to her chest. She made a chirping meow and pointed at him. You think of something. He raised a brow at her and she did another face palm. This was going to be a loooong day.

Bolin came back a few hours later. "Guys, I'm back," he announced. He crossed his arms when he saw Mako and Korra on the couch, both asleep. Mako was on his back, legs crossed, while Korra was curled up on his chest, rising and falling as he breathed, the boy's hand on her back.

"Where's a camera when you need one?" he asked himself, petting Pabu's head. He decided to take a nap too, so he went to his bed with Pabu running ahead. In his mind, he was betting that whatever had made Korra into a cat would change her back sometime soon because she was asleep on Mako. And if he learned one thing from knowing these two, it was that they had a knack for getting into awkward situations.

He was right, though he wouldn't ever find out.

Mako awoke some time later to a sudden heaviness. When he opened his eyes he opened them to Korra. Not the cat, but actually Korra, who's head was resting on her arms, which were crossed on his chest.

He had to stop himself from jolting up into a sitting position out of surprise. Taking a breath, he just stared at her, moving his hand which was now tangled in her hair and putting it behind his head with the other.

That's when Korra woke up. She yawned and looked up at Mako, who quickly averted his gaze.

"What?" she asked around another yawn. She then gasped, "Hey, I'm not a cat anymore!"

"Shh, not so loud, you'll wake Bolin," Mako told her. "And, you can get off me now," he added a moment later with a blush.

Korra stayed where she was. "Nah. I'm comfortable here," she said, a slight purr to her voice. She blinked, and Mako stifled a laugh. "Don't you laugh at me," Korra muttered.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Kitty," Mako said. She snorted at him and they both fell silent.

"…That was weird," he said finally. "How'd that even happen?"

"I think the Spirits were messing with me. I have no idea how they managed to do that though," Korra answered. "I'm going back to sleep now." That said, she moved so she could rest her head under Mako's chin. He made a noise of protest, but didn't actually do anything to push her away. "Oh, and don't call me Kitty," she told him.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed. "I hope Bolin doesn't wake up to find us like this…"

Korra agreed and fell silent as she drifted off to sleep. Mako placed his hand on her back again and fell asleep with his fingers in her soft hair.