[ Hei can catch a vague thudding behind the door. For a moment he wonders if Korra is wrestling off ghosts or trying to catch a mouse. Then the knob rattles, and she's in the doorway. His first impression of her is of someone who's made a mad dash -- all crazy pink-faced disarray. Ridiculous. In the next blink, his usual critical faculty slips -- he just sees her as she is, a radiantly pretty girl on the brink of ripeness, flushed and shy and beguiling, all twinkly-eyed. He gives her an indecipherable look, his mouth threatening a smile without ever quite getting there. ]
Let me in.
[ He's never liked standing on someone's porch. It's one step up from painting a bullseye on the back of your head. ]
action;
Let me in.
[ He's never liked standing on someone's porch. It's one step up from painting a bullseye on the back of your head. ]