[Korra really does look awful. Chekov doesn't think that it's a great idea for her to go leaning out over roofs and hauling people up.]
No--no, no, no, we could both fall. Let me get closer, at least.
[This is something he can do. With some twisting and leg-kicking (and no small amount of tongue-biting, as Chekov would rather not make any dreadfully unmanly noises in front of Korra when his shoulders protest enthusiastically), he maneuvers himself to the base of the flagpole.]
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No--no, no, no, we could both fall. Let me get closer, at least.
[This is something he can do. With some twisting and leg-kicking (and no small amount of tongue-biting, as Chekov would rather not make any dreadfully unmanly noises in front of Korra when his shoulders protest enthusiastically), he maneuvers himself to the base of the flagpole.]
Okay... you can help me now. Please.