It killed time. [ A shift of his shoulders. It's an arbitrary thing; what he considers necessary activities to settle a portion of his mind, even as the rest whirrs on at full steam, Korra would find dull as all fuck, because she inhabits the physical end of the spectrum. Hei remembers being that way when he was younger: energy levels turned up high, mind and body stilling to dead calmness only when it was a matter of life and death. Korra reminds him of those days -- a dragonfly caught indoors, irked not so much by confined spaces as by her own thoughts. ]
[ After a few moments, he finishes his crossword. There's only one space empty: that damn eleven-letter word for a 'conflicted nature.' He parses through his memory for suitable words, his gaze flicking to the clock. How long's it been? Thirty minutes at least. As the pots steam and rattle, the proper word slips into place -- Diophysitic. He fills it in, tosses the crossword on the corner table and, after a beat, throws his pen in too. There's a chipped mug filled with stationary -- his pen arcs in the air and neatly lands inside with a clink. ]
[ Rising, Hei makes his way to the stove. ] I think it's all done. [ About time. He's getting hungry. ]
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[ After a few moments, he finishes his crossword. There's only one space empty: that damn eleven-letter word for a 'conflicted nature.' He parses through his memory for suitable words, his gaze flicking to the clock. How long's it been? Thirty minutes at least. As the pots steam and rattle, the proper word slips into place -- Diophysitic. He fills it in, tosses the crossword on the corner table and, after a beat, throws his pen in too. There's a chipped mug filled with stationary -- his pen arcs in the air and neatly lands inside with a clink. ]
[ Rising, Hei makes his way to the stove. ] I think it's all done. [ About time. He's getting hungry. ]