[ The glint of seriousness under Korra's playfulness catches Hei's attention. Something in her voice, smell. Even her bright eyes seem to flash the message Contribute to this discussion and this relationship, asshole. Hei almost smiles, but doesn't. Instead he tries to think of a name that will appease both Korra and her parents, without the risk of it sounding too much like a bland alias, conjured out of necessity during a mission. His brain is no help: it's crammed with pseudonyms, call-signs, messier codes, victims -- none of which are relevant to the baby. ]
[ A baby. His baby -- and Korra's. Surely he can make en effort? ]
[ Firing up the griddle, he smears it with a few drops of olive oil. Lets it heat up, before he arranges the plump pink morsels of prawns across the tray, sending up faint wisps of smoke. When he speaks, at length, his tone is an odd and perturbing thing, difficult to read, poised on a knife-edge between offhand teasing and quiet uncertainty. ]
If it's a girl ... maybe [ Not Xing. There will never be another Xing. ] Mai?
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[ A baby. His baby -- and Korra's. Surely he can make en effort? ]
[ Firing up the griddle, he smears it with a few drops of olive oil. Lets it heat up, before he arranges the plump pink morsels of prawns across the tray, sending up faint wisps of smoke. When he speaks, at length, his tone is an odd and perturbing thing, difficult to read, poised on a knife-edge between offhand teasing and quiet uncertainty. ]
If it's a girl ... maybe [ Not Xing. There will never be another Xing. ] Mai?