[ ...Are you sure it's just the hot spring that's got your little motor revving?... ]
[ It's so tempting to kiss her, a wet furl of tongue, a lewd indifference to their crowded, brightly-lit surroundings. Instead he presses her fingers and looks at her sidelong, a dark flick of blue that says, Depends on the dinner you have in mind. ]
[ Aloud, ]
They have an okay buffet.
[ Hopefully, by the time they arrive at the place, his appetite will have resurfaced. ]
[ Quietly, he guides Korra down the busy streets, toward the nearest stop for the chin-chin densha -- the bright-red double-belled train that reminds him of the yellow cars at that sole, antiquated tram-line in Tokyo, at Arakawa-sen. A tram is already waiting at the terminal -- a pretty fancy description for an open-air, street-level platform next to the sidewalk. He steps in with Korra, pays the fare, then drifts past a dozen other passengers toward the back of the single-car carrier. ]
[ He settles at an angle from a serene-looking grandmother who is holding a small girl's hand by one of the windows. The child asks, Why aren't we moving? and the old woman benignly explains that of course they must wait for the other passengers, but that soon they will be off. ]
[ The sight, for Hei, is gently amusing. Too many memories of riding trams with little Pai, dutifully holding her hand -- the same way he's holding Korra's now. Minus the creepy subtext. ]
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Date: 2014-11-18 04:55 am (UTC)[ It's so tempting to kiss her, a wet furl of tongue, a lewd indifference to their crowded, brightly-lit surroundings. Instead he presses her fingers and looks at her sidelong, a dark flick of blue that says, Depends on the dinner you have in mind. ]
[ Aloud, ]
They have an okay buffet.
[ Hopefully, by the time they arrive at the place, his appetite will have resurfaced. ]
[ Quietly, he guides Korra down the busy streets, toward the nearest stop for the chin-chin densha -- the bright-red double-belled train that reminds him of the yellow cars at that sole, antiquated tram-line in Tokyo, at Arakawa-sen. A tram is already waiting at the terminal -- a pretty fancy description for an open-air, street-level platform next to the sidewalk. He steps in with Korra, pays the fare, then drifts past a dozen other passengers toward the back of the single-car carrier. ]
[ He settles at an angle from a serene-looking grandmother who is holding a small girl's hand by one of the windows. The child asks, Why aren't we moving? and the old woman benignly explains that of course they must wait for the other passengers, but that soon they will be off. ]
[ The sight, for Hei, is gently amusing. Too many memories of riding trams with little Pai, dutifully holding her hand -- the same way he's holding Korra's now. Minus the creepy subtext. ]