[Bolin hesitates a beat, stroking Zuko before forcing himself to turn and bring Mako down the steps into his burrow.
To be fair, it isn't the worst hole they've slept in.
It's actually kind of nice. Sort of.
The chamber is about 10ft x 10ft and juust deep enough for Bolin to stand (Sorry Mako, you'll have to slouch), illuminated by three decently bright lunar lights. His bedroll lays neatly folded up against the far wall, a mix of straw mattress, disused velvet curtains from the club, and other assorted bedding he's collected. His desk, a wide plank of wood elevated about a foot off the ground on some stone, is strewn with Rocky Horror scripts, designs and plans; and there is another 'table' with some various household tools. A pot and pan, some casks of water, his bags, clothes and some food.
There is no central fire pit, knowing that the smoke would suffocate him underground, but the first step down is black with char where he has had fire and been able to feed it from the door kept open a crack.
He's thought about all this. Quite a lot. And while Bo hasn't been down there very long, it's been long enough to source and install a series of copper pipes across the ceiling and through to street level for fresh air.
It's basic but bare with cold floors and walls, but it's dry and safe from detection and attack. The pipes create a draft which isn't great but mean he can breathe, and there are a few blobs of cooled magma on the ground near his bedroll and more by his desk which is how he's been staying warm.
Bolin moves out of Mako's way once they've descended and sits on the stairs with Zuko and Pabu, letting his brother survey his work. There isn't much to say and no elegant or earnest turn of phrase will help, so he stays quiet and waits.]
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Date: 2021-12-04 05:13 pm (UTC)To be fair, it isn't the worst hole they've slept in.
It's actually kind of nice. Sort of.
The chamber is about 10ft x 10ft and juust deep enough for Bolin to stand (Sorry Mako, you'll have to slouch), illuminated by three decently bright lunar lights. His bedroll lays neatly folded up against the far wall, a mix of straw mattress, disused velvet curtains from the club, and other assorted bedding he's collected. His desk, a wide plank of wood elevated about a foot off the ground on some stone, is strewn with Rocky Horror scripts, designs and plans; and there is another 'table' with some various household tools. A pot and pan, some casks of water, his bags, clothes and some food.
There is no central fire pit, knowing that the smoke would suffocate him underground, but the first step down is black with char where he has had fire and been able to feed it from the door kept open a crack.
He's thought about all this. Quite a lot. And while Bo hasn't been down there very long, it's been long enough to source and install a series of copper pipes across the ceiling and through to street level for fresh air.
It's basic but bare with cold floors and walls, but it's dry and safe from detection and attack. The pipes create a draft which isn't great but mean he can breathe, and there are a few blobs of cooled magma on the ground near his bedroll and more by his desk which is how he's been staying warm.
Bolin moves out of Mako's way once they've descended and sits on the stairs with Zuko and Pabu, letting his brother survey his work. There isn't much to say and no elegant or earnest turn of phrase will help, so he stays quiet and waits.]