[ I must be, letting you in here at all. He doesn't say that. Or bother reading as deeply into the touches as she seems to be doing. (Then again, you don't overanalyze and obsess when you're petting a cat, either.) In the end, it's simply Hei's way of testing the waters. Determining what she'll allow, how at ease she truly is in his presence. He's never been one for words where tactile evidence just fine. ]
[ Unlike with other professionals, the physicality isn't something Korra's learnt yet to disguise. ]
[ His hand slips away by degrees. He focuses on the watery bowl of seaweed he'd left to soak for the stew. Draining the water out in the sink, he sets the drippy weeds on the board, knife at hand. Proceeds to cut them into two-inch pieces, his blade quick and precise, asking, ]
Think of a name yet?
[ He's indifferent either way. But it'd be interesting to see what she comes up with. ]
no subject
[ Unlike with other professionals, the physicality isn't something Korra's learnt yet to disguise. ]
[ His hand slips away by degrees. He focuses on the watery bowl of seaweed he'd left to soak for the stew. Draining the water out in the sink, he sets the drippy weeds on the board, knife at hand. Proceeds to cut them into two-inch pieces, his blade quick and precise, asking, ]
Think of a name yet?
[ He's indifferent either way. But it'd be interesting to see what she comes up with. ]