As realization falls on top of Bolin like bricks from a crumbling building, his face falls first, and then opens, until his eyes are round and bright green in a face that's gone abruptly sheet-white. And a little jaundiced.
He's not sure what he's done to get into trouble again now. The only blessing is also sort of a curse, and he knows it immediately. There's no Mako here to come settle things, or yell at him about them after.
"I don't know any Pilarski, ma'am, I think you've got the wrong noodle shop," he says, before quickly sliding out of his seat and making for the kitchen in the back on surprisingly quick feet.
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Date: 2012-11-11 05:37 pm (UTC)He's not sure what he's done to get into trouble again now. The only blessing is also sort of a curse, and he knows it immediately. There's no Mako here to come settle things, or yell at him about them after.
"I don't know any Pilarski, ma'am, I think you've got the wrong noodle shop," he says, before quickly sliding out of his seat and making for the kitchen in the back on surprisingly quick feet.