[ Outside the window, the sun has set. The soft darkness of Hei's room is slatted with pale streaks of orangish light from the lamps that line the sidewalk. His eyes are closed when Korra enters the room. He seems asleep, but of course he's not -- it's not often that Hei gets a lie-in, especially in moments like this. He stirs and opens his eyes -- and the plate is greeted with an eyebrow that ranges from anything from It's not jelly I'm in the mood for to You'd better not be thinking of food at a time like this. ]
[ He's never been one to turn down a snack. But right now more visceral appetites are spiking in the forefront. ]
[ Eventually, dryly, ]
I just had a snack, remember?
[ It might be innuendo. It might be a reminder of the popsicles he slurped earlier. Or both. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ He's never been one to turn down a snack. But right now more visceral appetites are spiking in the forefront. ]
[ Eventually, dryly, ]
I just had a snack, remember?
[ It might be innuendo. It might be a reminder of the popsicles he slurped earlier. Or both. ]