[ Hei glances up from his teacup, his usual, subtle frown fading into a mild impassivity. ]
I'm -- [ It's a good thing you're already sitting down, Korra. This might come as a shock. ] Not hungry.
[ Which is strange. Out in space, he was always jonesing for hot meals, cold drinks. It'd felt so good to fill the empty space inside of him. But it was like dumping dirt down a bottomless hole: you could throw shovelful after shovelful, yet it made not the slightest difference. Alone, even with his belly full, images would zip through his head, slideshow style: his favorite foods lovingly presented, glistening and overplumped and too perfect, ripped from the glossy pages of Bon Appétit -- a leering parody of food, freakishly hyperstylized, comically lewd. ]
[ Maybe it's just a quiet build-up of stress and shock that makes him feel this way. Spacey. ]
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Date: 2014-12-31 09:55 pm (UTC)I'm -- [ It's a good thing you're already sitting down, Korra. This might come as a shock. ] Not hungry.
[ Which is strange. Out in space, he was always jonesing for hot meals, cold drinks. It'd felt so good to fill the empty space inside of him. But it was like dumping dirt down a bottomless hole: you could throw shovelful after shovelful, yet it made not the slightest difference. Alone, even with his belly full, images would zip through his head, slideshow style: his favorite foods lovingly presented, glistening and overplumped and too perfect, ripped from the glossy pages of Bon Appétit -- a leering parody of food, freakishly hyperstylized, comically lewd. ]
[ Maybe it's just a quiet build-up of stress and shock that makes him feel this way. Spacey. ]