[ What's with the shoving? This isn't an all-you-can-eat buffet before closing time. (If it were, then Mako would see some real violence.) Eyebrows moderately raised, Hei doesn't budge at all, because his desire to always maintain the upper-hand over claimed territory, to stay close o Korra, is as ready as any other desire, rising up prickly and compelling -- along with an itch, admittedly puerile, to backhand the kid across the face with a nasty thwack. ]
[ He blinks once, then twice, his head pillowed on the curve of Korra's thigh. Eyes slitted, face in neutral, as intensely unreadable as a cat, a cat watching a pesky mouse. Eventually though, he tips a shoulder in a shrug. Takes his time in shifting to accommodate Mako, who is all too eager to scramble into his place. ]
[ When he speaks, his tone is unreadable: gray steel and concrete. ]
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Date: 2014-10-26 01:32 am (UTC)[ He blinks once, then twice, his head pillowed on the curve of Korra's thigh. Eyes slitted, face in neutral, as intensely unreadable as a cat, a cat watching a pesky mouse. Eventually though, he tips a shoulder in a shrug. Takes his time in shifting to accommodate Mako, who is all too eager to scramble into his place. ]
[ When he speaks, his tone is unreadable: gray steel and concrete. ]
Then put your money where your mouth is.
[ Pun very much intended. ]