[ There's a smirched, greasy feeling on Hei's skin. He badly wants a shower. To add to that, the hash has dissolved to awaken a terrible thirst and an awful case of munchies. He waits until Korra's pulled her clothes on, before turning to open the door. The bright throb of music still creeps through the air. But the place has an aura of wrapped-up business; it's mostly the diehards and the night owls that remain. Passing by a soda machine, he buys two cans of coke for Korra and himself. Pops the top to sip slowly, before slipping his free hand in hers. ]
[ Slipping their clasped palms into his jacket pocket, he leads her toward the exit. ] Walk you home? [ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother. She's capable of handling herself in the Underground -- at least usually. Maybe its a residual sting of guilt for getting her high. ] Or do you want to stop somewhere for breakfast?
[ Yeah. He said Breakfast. It's close to four am. ]
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[ Slipping their clasped palms into his jacket pocket, he leads her toward the exit. ] Walk you home? [ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother. She's capable of handling herself in the Underground -- at least usually. Maybe its a residual sting of guilt for getting her high. ] Or do you want to stop somewhere for breakfast?
[ Yeah. He said Breakfast. It's close to four am. ]