[ It's not too often that Hei plays hooky. But the manager at the cafe is being especially stroppy today, and Hei finds he has little patience for 'Li's meekness. He gets orders mixed up, he gets yelled at, he nearly slams a tray of fresh meringues on someone's head. He puts the irritability down to excess caffeine -- it makes it impossible to relax, even as he needs it to stay alert. But as the minutes jerk by towards the end of his shift, he feels his patience dissolving like rice paper. Is this necessary? There are enough pastries in the cafe to tide customers over until closing time. There's no reason for him to stick around. He abandons a cake half-iced, walking out as the manager shouts at his back, and goes straight into the orange evening sunshine, the sidewalk like marshmallow beneath his feet. ]
[ After checking in on Pai, he drifts to the Underground. He ought to shut himself away in his safehouse, finish tinkering with his latest bit of surveillance equipment -- (something to monitor the energy-levels in the air, to correspond the emissions to potential curses). What better way to settle his thoughts? To forget the whole dreary day? But damn it all, what is the solution that his brain proposes instead? -- Korra. ]
[ Hei grimaces. His mind has a history of suggesting illogical solutions. Sabotage. Aiding and abetting enemies. Killing useful assets. Playing guardian angel to Dolls. Too much eating, not enough sleeping. Trying to give his restless memories the silent treatment, when all they need to fester is silence, stillness. And now, the latest in line: Korra, of the dark hair and bright grin. Of the teen spirit and the blue eyes and, I'm the Avatar -- But fucks knows what that means! ]
[ For all that Korra does to him -- all the clutter and the confusion of being so distracted by her, so hinged upon her -- Hei can think of no better solution to all this mess than to be alone with her. On an outing. In a crowd. In a room with a locked door. Anything. ]
[ The text he sends her is short and to-the-point: ]
Pick a date! <3
[ After checking in on Pai, he drifts to the Underground. He ought to shut himself away in his safehouse, finish tinkering with his latest bit of surveillance equipment -- (something to monitor the energy-levels in the air, to correspond the emissions to potential curses). What better way to settle his thoughts? To forget the whole dreary day? But damn it all, what is the solution that his brain proposes instead? -- Korra. ]
[ Hei grimaces. His mind has a history of suggesting illogical solutions. Sabotage. Aiding and abetting enemies. Killing useful assets. Playing guardian angel to Dolls. Too much eating, not enough sleeping. Trying to give his restless memories the silent treatment, when all they need to fester is silence, stillness. And now, the latest in line: Korra, of the dark hair and bright grin. Of the teen spirit and the blue eyes and, I'm the Avatar -- But fucks knows what that means! ]
[ For all that Korra does to him -- all the clutter and the confusion of being so distracted by her, so hinged upon her -- Hei can think of no better solution to all this mess than to be alone with her. On an outing. In a crowd. In a room with a locked door. Anything. ]
[ The text he sends her is short and to-the-point: ]
Come to an outing in the Underground with me.