"Of course in a good way." She returned his smile with her own.

His smile didn't fade. If anything it brightened. "I've-- been thinking of you as well." Inching slightly closer to her.

"A lot, actually."

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It was no surprise to Tahno that Korra spent her free time talking about him. Wasn’t she sweet. His tongue brushed over his top lip, bringing with it a crooked smile—one that was more sinister than good.

"She tries not to pick favorites,” He brushed off the man’s remark with a flippant wave of the hand. It would take much more than that to bruise such an ego. 

"Attentive boy." A laugh left Tahno’s lips, and he tossed his head back, allowing his bangs to flutter freely back into place, the strands lightly layering against his forehead and eye. "Don’t be mislead, darling~” A play on Huan’s earlier mimic. “I do indeed play with the dogs.”

A drink—Spirits, he had nearly forgotten! Tahno crossed his arms over his chest, regarding the man’s form with lazy eyes. “Oh, right,” He slurred, speaking as if his blood was already heavy with alcohol, though it most certainly wasn’t. “Are you sure you’re the type? You certainly don’t look like one who can hold an edge.”

Observing his features was nearly as interesting as Tahno's way of speaking. Nearly. Huan gave a slight nod, keeping a pleasant demeanor. "So I've noticed.." The statement followed by a barely audible sigh.

He hummed out a wider smile at the uplift in the other's expression. A small shake of his head at the quite obvious mirrored tone. "Is that so? Saying that you are some sort of bad boy are you?" Leaning his chin to his knuckles, a light purse of his lips to further accentuate this sudden intrigue.

His brow lifted, as if Tahno had really forgotten why they had begun speaking in the first place-- laughable. The insinuation awarded a light-hearted chuckle from the artist. Head canted, causing smooth locks of ebony to cascade in front of one shoulder. "Who knows~" Fingertips swirling a carefree gesture off to the side. "I may just surprise you. Perhaps we've both misjudged one another thus far. Only one way to find out, hmm-- my dear?"

Eska sat on the bench. “Well…” She began as looked at him with flushed cheeks. “You.”

"Me..?" He paused, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Plus a small smile curved the corner of his lips.

"I hope-- in a good way?"

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It did catch Tahno off guard that such a——free-willed soul (if he were putting things eloquently, which he always was)——wasn’t in fact a Republic City native. He’d certainly fit in well—perhaps in the Arts District, where such a liberal appearance was only natural to the streets.

Mutually, he accepted the handshake, making the gesture firm, but brief. “Tahno Kurosawa, of the White Falls Wolfbats. Remember my name—I hardly repeat it.”

"Beifong, hm? Why—doesn’t that sound awfully familiar?”

Post introduction would normally lead to some sort of awkward silence. A pleasant surprise that Tahno seemed to keep a natural flow of words. "Charmed, I'm sure." A slight upturn at the corner of his lips.

"Wolfbats-- I recall Avatar Korra mentioning your team." His brow arched to punctuate his statement. "Pity, your name seemed to have been excluded from the conversation."

Of course his family name would be recognized. From all the stories his mother had told of Lin and how successful she was. "Lin is my aunt, though I doubt you've had much run in with her. You don't appear to be the type to get your hands dirty."

Gently easing a lock of hair from his own eyes. "Now, what about this offer for a drink?"

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Eska face run to the floor in attempt to hide her flushed cheek. “Really?”

"There are no lies in Zaofu-- so, yeah." Feeling tension in his chest,a strange flutter he hadn't felt before. "I hope that's alright with you. I can draw something else if not."

"Airbending is all about freedom." Ghazan said, manually picking up scraps of metal from the ground. He couldn’t exactly bend them himself. "My poet friend once told me of a very famous airbender named Laghima, and he somehow discovered a way to actually float. Not any of that gliding stuff that airbenders do these day." Ghazan explained, heating the metal in his hands and shaping into thin metallic spires.

"That inspires me, I’ve always been so rooted to the ground, it almost seems odd." He laughed, welding the shapes to the top of the sculpture.

Watching him move the metal with his hands, right-- he hadn't been taught to metalbend. "Ah, I've heard stories. That really sounds fascinating." Adding in as he scrutinized Jun's movements. It wasn't a surprise that he could bend the pieces with his hands, he looked strong enough. However, attaching them to the top like that raised suspicion. "Hold on a moment.."

He approached, getting a better look at how it was affixed. "How did you do that?" Running a hand over the edges where the two pieces met. "Iv'e never seen anyone do something like that-- not without the use of a torch anyway." Glancing to him, ever curious.