This Is My Uniform

Mauve Silk Boxers

A hush fell over the room as lights faded. The familiar click and whir of the mover began. Wu reclined, hands wrapped around themselves. It wasn't that he was scared of the dark.

Wu had never been scared of the dark, not even as a toddler in the Upper-Ring. He frowned as the beefy Nuktuk danced across the screen. It dawned on him now that maybe it was because he was in the Upper Ring that he wasn't afraid. But it was dark. And there were so many people all around.

Of course there were. This was the first showing of Bolins brilliant comeback as Nuktuk, the Water Bender who saved the Water Tribe. Wu frowned, tapping a finger against his chin as he looked down at the buttons on his jacket.

Or was he the savior of the Fire Nation this time? Lips pursed as he gazed again at the screen, realized he'd already lost part of the plot. Focus. Hands came up to slap himself, landing soundly on his cheeks, earning hushes and a disturbed, cautious look from Mako who had recoiled as far as he could in his own seat.

Right. Wu slumped over the arm of his chair. Mover.

And for all that annoyance he was none the more focused. It was fine. He didn't have to enjoy the mover, just notice things about it. Nuktuks outfit. A bit outrageous, not at all fashionable, but the colors showed up well in shades of grey against the black and white of the film. The damsel in distress, beautiful as always but damned if Wu could remember her blasted name, elegant in comparison to the thick thighs and chest suddenly displayed when Nuktuk ripped his clothes all but off.

Mako made an odd, choking noise beside him.

"You... alright?" Wu whispered, unsure of what to do if he needed to save his bodyguard from himself. Hands poised in the air to move, hesitated with lack of direction.

Mako coughed into his fist, waving Wu away. "Fine, fine." He slouched further down, eyes masked in shadow as he grumbled further.

'Will our daring hero save his true love from-'

Mako made that noise again as the lights rose and the theater stood in applause. Minus one Prince and one bodyguard. Slowly Wu followed suit, hands tapping against one another, one eye on the conspicuously reddened man still seated beside him.

"I guess that's curtains." Wu announced cheerily, his loudness drowned out by the cacophony of the other movie goers. "Time to-"

Mako's hand wrapped around his elbow stopped him. "Not yet." Head shaking. "Wait for the room to be cleared.

The room emptied and still Wu stood.

"Now?" He breathed, impatient. Annoyed.

He should be out there schmoozing with the other elites. That was his job. To see and be seen. To make a splash, to be on papers and announced on the radio. Not holed up here in the theater as a straggler.

Mako's grip tightened on his elbow as though he didn't dare trust the Prince not to bolt. "Not yet."

Wu sighed, falling back to groan as the dregs trickled out. "Mako-"

"Your safety." Mako reminded Wu for the umpteenth time, his annoyance not masked gaze straight ahead. "Okay, now we can go."

"What did you think of the mover?" Wu pried, curious as to the man's reaction.

"It was a waste of time. Can't believe he would just rip his clothes off like that." Despite his annoyance his ears burned red. "That stupid idiot, anything to display his body, I guess."

"Well you know what they say." Wu grinned as they pushed through the double doors into the loud, bustling crowd. He had to lean in to be heard. "Sex sells."