[ The door swings open. And Hei goes tense, irritation clouding the pleasant haze around him and Korra. Wrenching his head around, he regards the two intruders -- one pink-faced and flustering, the other with red-rimmed eyes and a crooked smile. For a moment Hei's own face is unreadable. Then he slips away from Korra. Not going far, just off the couch to cross the room in three steps. The two boys don't get even a fraction of a warning before he grabs them by the scruffs of their necks, shoving them out before they can protest, slamming the door after them. ]
[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
no subject
[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
No privacy anywhere.