[ Watching the animals dart around, yapping and yowling, Hei thinks irritably: She lives in a madhouse. ]
[ A madhouse full of badly-trained pets. Why doesn't she give them up to an animal shelter? Or eat them (the sheep that is; not the cats and dogs)? Is she filling up a list for a secret Ark? Crossing over to Korra, he's about to ask, but decides against it. Instead, when she says Would you like to take this somewhere with a door? he offers an inscrutable little smile. His arm goes around her, and in a blink she's lifted off her feet, swung up and slung across his shoulder to dangle down his back. If she wants to get free, she can make him put her down with a simple word, or a well-aimed boot in the gut. But in the meantime he lets his cheek rest against the warm curve of her hip; turning his head to bite so she feels the graze of teeth through the cloth. ]
There better not be more pets in your room.
[ It's murmured offhandedly; he's already bearing her up the stairs to her door. ]
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[ A madhouse full of badly-trained pets. Why doesn't she give them up to an animal shelter? Or eat them (the sheep that is; not the cats and dogs)? Is she filling up a list for a secret Ark? Crossing over to Korra, he's about to ask, but decides against it. Instead, when she says Would you like to take this somewhere with a door? he offers an inscrutable little smile. His arm goes around her, and in a blink she's lifted off her feet, swung up and slung across his shoulder to dangle down his back. If she wants to get free, she can make him put her down with a simple word, or a well-aimed boot in the gut. But in the meantime he lets his cheek rest against the warm curve of her hip; turning his head to bite so she feels the graze of teeth through the cloth. ]
There better not be more pets in your room.
[ It's murmured offhandedly; he's already bearing her up the stairs to her door. ]