[ There's a very brief flicker of a smile on Hei's lips. Korra's body-language practically projects a sense of That's It? She doesn't realize how important cryptonyms are in his profession, and the sacred rules of tradecraft he's breached by offering her his callsign. Hei. Black Reaper. Kuro no Shinigami. BK201. For many, those names are the last thing they utter before dying. ]
Li is fine. [ He rubs his eyes again, and adds dryly, ] Or yarou. Or filho da puta. Or bái chī. Any name [ or insult, in this case ] except Hei. [ After all, to paraphrase, a molotov cocktail, by any other name, is just as destructive. ]
⊕ Friday!
Li is fine. [ He rubs his eyes again, and adds dryly, ] Or yarou. Or filho da puta. Or bái chī. Any name [ or insult, in this case ] except Hei. [ After all, to paraphrase, a molotov cocktail, by any other name, is just as destructive. ]