"That's my tie, not yours!" Zira yelled at the top of her lungs as she yanked the tie out of Korra's hand.
"My tie? Are you serious right now?" Korra snapped back, but Zira ignored her and went straight to her bed.
Korra scoffed in disbelief, throwing her hands up. "You know what? I'm not going to stoop to your brainless level and fight over a tie." She grabbed her bag and stormed out, leaving Zira huffing as she started knotting the tie.
Meanwhile, Willow barely glanced at them. Her attention stayed on her tablet as she scrolled through her schedule. A notification from their group chat popped up:
[Ashar: Hey morons, just got news that Indigo passed out.]
[Ivy: For real? She was fine last night.]
[Jett: Fine? Like she broke her leg kind of fine?]
[Gage: Shut up, Jett.]
Willow chuckled at the familiar banter. None of them would admit it, but since the mission, they had grown closer.
