[ Hei can practically hear Korra's pulse speeding up, her excitement overflowing. No way she isn't into it, the little minx. Pretending to be shocked. Looking back on it, he should've known she liked to be checked out, when he'd first seen her dancing at that kiddy nightclub, dark hair flying in the multicolored lights and corkscrewing confetti, skin glowy with a sheen of sweat, switching her tail to the thumping beat. She might seem all prickly up top, but she's a wicked little thing deep down. ]
[ Wisely, he keeps the remarks to himself. He doesn't look at Mako, who is still slumped in his corner, unseen but palpably present. He knows the boy is watching them both. If he was younger, Hei wouldn't have hesitated in rubbing Mako's deprivation in his face. Not a competition so much as a demo, a way to establish who'd won the game here, and who was, on the surface, a member of the less than virile breed who'd lucked out on the natural selection dance. But that was years ago, when Hei was about as enlightened as a plank. ]
[ Instead, he lets his palm rest where it is, thumb rubbing idle circles against the tip of her shoulder. Testing the waters. Seeing how far she'll take this; how much Mako can endure as a spectator before he's practically begging to be the participant. ]
[ (Would Hei let him participate, if it came to it? He isn't sure. By nature, he's not jealous so much as territorial. But more than that, he is bored and curious, and he recognizes that curiosity as the harbinger of his own penchant for risk-taking.) ]
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Date: 2014-10-24 01:36 am (UTC)[ Wisely, he keeps the remarks to himself. He doesn't look at Mako, who is still slumped in his corner, unseen but palpably present. He knows the boy is watching them both. If he was younger, Hei wouldn't have hesitated in rubbing Mako's deprivation in his face. Not a competition so much as a demo, a way to establish who'd won the game here, and who was, on the surface, a member of the less than virile breed who'd lucked out on the natural selection dance. But that was years ago, when Hei was about as enlightened as a plank. ]
[ Instead, he lets his palm rest where it is, thumb rubbing idle circles against the tip of her shoulder. Testing the waters. Seeing how far she'll take this; how much Mako can endure as a spectator before he's practically begging to be the participant. ]
[ (Would Hei let him participate, if it came to it? He isn't sure. By nature, he's not jealous so much as territorial. But more than that, he is bored and curious, and he recognizes that curiosity as the harbinger of his own penchant for risk-taking.) ]