my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

korrior:

      — - “….———-
                 Which one is a wrench again?”

        There’s a moment where Asami’s
        features pinch into mild surprise,
        but then it disappears. That’s right.
        She supposed mechanical knowledge
        wasn’t exactly needed in the Southern
        Water Tribe.

                         "That one. On top of the tool
                         box,“ she points, a quiet laugh
                         following.