[ Hei feels a degree of Korra's tension dissipate. But the usual smooth force that animates her still feels blocked, staticky. Not a girl with an easy mind, this one. She seems to have more and more piled on her conscience each time he meets her. Seem to be more and more rusted, full of broken glass and nails, in a way that he recognizes. In a way, it's like watching Pai -- or himself -- all over again. ]
[ It's then that Hei realizes he's stuffed his own hands into his coat pockets, half-clenched into fists. To demonstrate to himself that he can be at least marginally at ease for Korra's benefit, he spreads his fingers out and flexes them. ]
[ It's not nice out here, no. But far better than other places he's been. His gaze skips to Korra's hair, shiny in the bright-red wattage of the store lights. And to that tight top that molds so snugly around her breasts and shoulders. Just like that, his irritation fades like a summer squall; replaced by a bittersweet greediness for her. ]
[ Keeping his tone casual, he asks, ] Any chance you could extend that fifteen minutes?
⊕ Friday!
[ It's then that Hei realizes he's stuffed his own hands into his coat pockets, half-clenched into fists. To demonstrate to himself that he can be at least marginally at ease for Korra's benefit, he spreads his fingers out and flexes them. ]
[ It's not nice out here, no. But far better than other places he's been. His gaze skips to Korra's hair, shiny in the bright-red wattage of the store lights. And to that tight top that molds so snugly around her breasts and shoulders. Just like that, his irritation fades like a summer squall; replaced by a bittersweet greediness for her. ]
[ Keeping his tone casual, he asks, ] Any chance you could extend that fifteen minutes?