[ Hei compresses his lips and keeps his eyes fixed on the haphazard contents of the box -- rolled socks, spray-on deodorant, a comb with dark twines of hair, plain yet girlish underthings that in retrospect he should've kept as keepsakes. Anything to focus on so he won't have to answer Korra's question. He knows what she's referring to. Her tension practically buzzes through the air as if she's ready for a physical fight. ]
[ Except Hei knows he isn't the opponent she wants. She just seems angry and lost and in need of reassurance. For a beat he verges on touching her. That habitual boyfriend-ly itch to soothe her nervous energy. Forcibly, he aborts the reflex. ]
I have no idea what you mean.
[ Matter-of-fact tone. Dismissive body-language. The classic We are not having this conversation. ]
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maybe he killed zaheer ... after wrecking half the city in the process...
Date: 2016-03-27 05:34 am (UTC)[ Except Hei knows he isn't the opponent she wants. She just seems angry and lost and in need of reassurance. For a beat he verges on touching her. That habitual boyfriend-ly itch to soothe her nervous energy. Forcibly, he aborts the reflex. ]
I have no idea what you mean.
[ Matter-of-fact tone. Dismissive body-language. The classic We are not having this conversation. ]