[ Sunk deep in the armchair, fanning himself with a section of newspaper as if he's on a subway platform in July, Hei spots Korra approaching. As she gets up-close, he stops mid-lick on the popsicle. It's an effort not to stare. Of the elderly couple, the wife, almost pyramidical in her big chair, takes Korra's ensemble in with a moue of disapproval. Her husband, predictably, is more appreciative. With a blush, 'Li' endures some jocular ribbing in rapid Mandarin. Finishing the last bites of his popsicle, he brushes sticky fingers on his slacks and rises. Korra gets a small, blue-tinted smile. ]
Glad you made it. [ To the neighbours, in lieu of a proper introduction, ] This is, um, a friend of mine.
[ Yes, meet the brazen hussy corrupting your innocent little neighbour boy. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Glad you made it. [ To the neighbours, in lieu of a proper introduction, ] This is, um, a friend of mine.
[ Yes, meet the brazen hussy corrupting your innocent little neighbour boy. ]