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[mortemscintilla]

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⊕ action

[anatural]

[Korra would play them for him, if she knew how. Or just...care. She knows how to care.

She harrumphs in irritation at his amused look, but the kiss proves an effective distraction, short as it is. When the dryer signals its end, she slides off his lap reluctantly.

But hey, at least her clothes are warm. She drops the towel and quickly shimmies into them, enjoying their heat with a little hum of contentment.]

Thanks again.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ If she cared, he wouldn't know what to do with it. Or, more truthfully, he would know. Habit and training would demand he take advantage of such a bright-red target laid out before him. If he couldn't bring himself to do that, he'd be forced to shut himself off. Withdraw, because any vulnerability is equated with strings and scorekeepng in his world. Caring is just another way to use people. An illusion and a suspension of logic. ]

[ He lets her pull her clothes on, absently wiping his hands on a napkin. In perhaps the most familiar pattern in his disjointed time in the City, he sees her to the door. The curl at the edge of his mouth isn't a smile. But it's a quiet and soft facsimile, matching the dim play of shadows and light. Fingering the collar of her shirt, he says, ] Head home fast. Stay away from dark corners. [ It's Stay safe in another vocabulary. Locked up in his head, it's often easy for him to forget a physical end of the spectrum that doesn't deal with pain and violence. Her visits, the tiny fragments of normalcy she brings, are a refreshing time-out. ]

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[anatural]

[The last thing she does is shrug on her jacket. The weight of it is both familiar and not. Hopefully no one will comment on its sudden appearamce, though that doesn't occur to Korra at this moment.

She follows him to the door and lingers, rolling her eyes a little at his words.]

Yes, Dad.

[The ghouls don't scare her. What she's capable of does.

She stands on tiptoe to kiss him quickly.]

See ya.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Dad? Ew. Don't play that game with him. ]

[ He watches her leave, then shuts the door behind her, the warm imprint of his kiss still on his mouth. He's heavy-limbed and played out enough. Maybe he'll actually sleep through the night this time. Might not even dream anything too terrible -- but that's asking for too much. ]

[ (He really, really should invest in getting a pet.) ]