hamburgerjack:

fyeahirohbolin:

magatsumagic:

So uh where do we sign up for the United Forces

dayum

“You… go through a lot of uniforms don’t you?”

“Yeah…” Iroh said, casually flexing. “The arms just can’t seem to stay on.”

Bolin’s eyebrow twitched. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket?”

“Not at all…” Iroh said, curling up a bicep then smoothing back his hair.

Bolin took off his jacket, his hands on his hips. His muscles stood out and he tensed up, briefly, making them jump.

“Nice… shirt.” Iroh said, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.

“I know. I love it.” Bolin looked down on it. “It’s got some tears though -.”

“You should take it off too.” Iroh said, suddenly very close to Bolin. “Let me help you…”

Mako crashed in through the ceiling. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BOLIN!”

“What? Curses! Mako, not this again!”

Mako whipped out his scarf, tied Bolin up, and dragged him away.

“NO! MY MUSCLES!” Iroh said, reaching out.

He bit the knuckle of his index finger, turning away.

“I’ll get you Mako, and your little Bolin too…”