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[anatural]

[It's been a long day of babysitting.

Sure, the baby is ridiculously well-behaved for an infant. But it's still a baby. It drools, and poops, and needs food, and can't talk or do ANYTHING interesting. That's probably the worst part. If Korra could actually play with the little thing, she'd be happy as a clam. But funny noises and silly faces get old after awhile. Tamping down her natural energy and making sure all of her attention was on the infant takes a lot of effort.

When Hei and Chekov get home, they'll find their baby and their Avatar snoozing on the couch.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ (He is allowed if it's true.) ]

[ Hei isn't an advocate of teenage parenting. Or parenting in general. But it's irrefutable -- the younger you are, the easier it is to keep up with a child, or to relate to one. He observes that in Pavel and Korra's bright prattle and their easygoing concern for Dima. Granted, Hei is hardly over the hill himself. Barely 23. But he's not built for this domesticity. Even when he and Dima are getting along, there's still an inexplicable longing -- to be unencumbered, to be out in the Underground cracking necks, to never see -- or smell -- another diaper. Is that normal? He's convinced he's a Bad Parent. A bad, emotionally-stunted, psychologically detached, impatient parent who'd rather be up all night killing unspeakable things than doddering all day over his curly-pated darling. ]

[ Carefully, he settles on the arm of the couch. Leans over the snoozing Korra, regarding her almost-fondly for a moment. Then -- ]

No. Not Chernobyl. [ Because two can play at that game -- ] I was thinking more along the lines of Fukushima Daiichi. [ -- but only one can win. ]