Hmm. I should just make awful demands of you instead.
[ He lets his gaze skate across the diner's periphery. They're in the booth right in the back, that affords ideal views of the entrance, exit and kitchen. The plate glass window he sits across reflects a row of stools and a table occupied by two necking vampires, pale against the faded pink walls and floors. The waitress wears pink too, and her eyes are bleary. She steps in carrying big food-trays, one for Hei and one for Korra. As soon as the plates of greasy food are set on the table, Hei remembers the depth of his hunger. He eats nearly everything, pancakes, eggs, sausage, potatoes, but between sips of his coffee, he finds himself patiently watching Korra. ]
[ There's an odd deja vu fizzing at the corners of his memory. Outings with Amber, overlapping with that crazy night with Chiaki-not-Chiaki in Tokyo, to the first time he took child-Korra to a dinette, to the last diner he'd broken up with her adult version in. ]
[ After the first edge of both their hunger is sated, he stifles a yawn, murmuring, ] Ready to go? [ It'll be sun-up soon. The pair of vampires adjacent to them obviously don't realize that. With the angle of the window, they'll be fried in the next five minutes. ]
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[ He lets his gaze skate across the diner's periphery. They're in the booth right in the back, that affords ideal views of the entrance, exit and kitchen. The plate glass window he sits across reflects a row of stools and a table occupied by two necking vampires, pale against the faded pink walls and floors. The waitress wears pink too, and her eyes are bleary. She steps in carrying big food-trays, one for Hei and one for Korra. As soon as the plates of greasy food are set on the table, Hei remembers the depth of his hunger. He eats nearly everything, pancakes, eggs, sausage, potatoes, but between sips of his coffee, he finds himself patiently watching Korra. ]
[ There's an odd deja vu fizzing at the corners of his memory. Outings with Amber, overlapping with that crazy night with Chiaki-not-Chiaki in Tokyo, to the first time he took child-Korra to a dinette, to the last diner he'd broken up with her adult version in. ]
[ After the first edge of both their hunger is sated, he stifles a yawn, murmuring, ] Ready to go? [ It'll be sun-up soon. The pair of vampires adjacent to them obviously don't realize that. With the angle of the window, they'll be fried in the next five minutes. ]