[ Hei half-turns toward her. Bright secondhand shafts of light, falling through the windows of a nearby store, dapple his face and body, his dark-ringed eyes lit up in a diagonal stripe of red. For a moment he simply takes in the sight of this girl with the open I'm-Listening expression on her face. A girl who, if Hei can navigate a way past professional distance and years of mistrust, might actually be one of the few good things about this City outside of Yin and Mao. ]
[ He keeps that in mind, tries to shake off the stupid tetchiness. ]
When we're in public, don't call me Hei. It's not my real name [ A simple FTR, not a tidbit to assuage any curiosity ] but it's not the name I use when I'm out here.
⊕ Friday!
[ He keeps that in mind, tries to shake off the stupid tetchiness. ]
When we're in public, don't call me Hei. It's not my real name [ A simple FTR, not a tidbit to assuage any curiosity ] but it's not the name I use when I'm out here.