[ Blinking, Hei watches Mako blow his wad -- a sudden spasm like a hard sneeze, splattering Korra everywhere in a cloudy gush. A few hot droplets even splash Hei's arm. With a scowl, he straightens, grabbing for the tissues on the bedside table. Dabs himself off, before handing the box to Korra. His gaze, as it flicks toward Mako, projects a subtle sense of disdain while in no way actually doing so. ]
[ That, he thinks dimly, is one thing he doesn't miss about being a teenager. Getting it up in 0.2 nanoseconds doesn't mean much if that's the exact same time-frame for its utility. Not that Hei is getting on in the world. He's barely pushing twenty-five. But after everything he's learnt and endured, all the tricks he's stocked up on, he feels more like he's traversed several lifetimes. Tired and infinitely bored. ]
[ When he speaks, his tone, however gentle, edges toward withering, ]
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[ That, he thinks dimly, is one thing he doesn't miss about being a teenager. Getting it up in 0.2 nanoseconds doesn't mean much if that's the exact same time-frame for its utility. Not that Hei is getting on in the world. He's barely pushing twenty-five. But after everything he's learnt and endured, all the tricks he's stocked up on, he feels more like he's traversed several lifetimes. Tired and infinitely bored. ]
[ When he speaks, his tone, however gentle, edges toward withering, ]
Happens to the best of us. I'm sure.