[ She says Where should we meet? and Hei almost smiles. Almost. This whole affair is such a precarious thing; the moment he's sure of one detail, ten questions pop up around it, a funhouse mirror with reflections warped in slightly different ways, everywhere his eye turns. Yet it's so strange, how in-the-moment Korra can be. Not overthinking every angle for hidden threats. Not chewing the fabric of her thoughts into threadbare patches. She just goes with the moment. Hei can't do that. He's always catching himself tripping over his gnarled idea of home truths. It's something he can never seem to stop, even when speaking out interferes with his pleasures. ]
[ Putting the thoughts aside, he takes only a moment to reply, ]
The marketplace. [ The one barely a block from his safehouse. ] I'll be outside the teashop.
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[ Putting the thoughts aside, he takes only a moment to reply, ]
The marketplace. [ The one barely a block from his safehouse. ] I'll be outside the teashop.