[ It's so sweetly matter-of-fact it'd be amusing. Except it's not. Reaching out, Hei grabs the girl by the wrist. ] What's in that cake?
[ A girlish giggle. ] Relax, It's just hash-oil.
[ Repressing a wince, Hei levels his gaze on Korra. ] Throw it up. Now. [ He hasn't brought her here to get her high. If he can help it, he'd rather keep away from drugs or getting wasted, period. That pungent smell of cannabis holds no pleasant associations for him; it takes him back to South America, not a man but just a boy, really, on leave with comrades smoking the magic stick some enterprising rear-echelon type had smuggled in on a military flight all the way from from Bangkok, because Brazilian marijuana was for shit. ]
[ He'd never liked it then -- never liked the way it altered his perceptions. He likes it even less now, preferring more dependable dependencies. His strained expression communicates his dismay. ] Korra. Throw. It. Up.
[ At his elbow, the tweenies protest, ] Maaan -- cm'on! Don't be a party-pooper! Get fried with us and we'll have a riot, promise.
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[ It's so sweetly matter-of-fact it'd be amusing. Except it's not. Reaching out, Hei grabs the girl by the wrist. ] What's in that cake?
[ A girlish giggle. ] Relax, It's just hash-oil.
[ Repressing a wince, Hei levels his gaze on Korra. ] Throw it up. Now. [ He hasn't brought her here to get her high. If he can help it, he'd rather keep away from drugs or getting wasted, period. That pungent smell of cannabis holds no pleasant associations for him; it takes him back to South America, not a man but just a boy, really, on leave with comrades smoking the magic stick some enterprising rear-echelon type had smuggled in on a military flight all the way from from Bangkok, because Brazilian marijuana was for shit. ]
[ He'd never liked it then -- never liked the way it altered his perceptions. He likes it even less now, preferring more dependable dependencies. His strained expression communicates his dismay. ] Korra. Throw. It. Up.
[ At his elbow, the tweenies protest, ] Maaan -- cm'on! Don't be a party-pooper! Get fried with us and we'll have a riot, promise.