[ He hopes the baby can't feel her sexual frustration. He can just picture what sort of monstrosity that would spawn: an unconvincing new arrival into the world, with a darkness in its brow, a slyness in its eyes, a set to its drooly mouth, which make it look like it is an adult already, as if Korra's womb has been some kind of seedy bar where it's already spent half a lifetime sipping whiskey, swapping grievances with its pals, ogling women's tits or doling out the ol' come-hither smirk to men. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes the idea off. Reminds himself that it's just a baby inside her. A brand-new, soft-skinned baby who will be composed of all the wonderful rich ingredients of sweetness within Korra. Maybe one or two leftover fragments of his own. ]
[ He's heartened when she settles across from him. He doesn't realize how much he's come to like the comforting routine of breaking bread with her. Whether impeccably dressed at lunch or half-naked at breakfast, still disordered from bed, he could watch Korra cram food into her mouth, his pleasure undiminished day after day. Their first flagstone on the path to doomed domesticity, an echo of that night in the City, when what was Hei's personal space became suddenly theirs, shared. ]
[ He eats with his usual neat quickness. Glances up at her question, chewing slowly, his face lit with a brighter glow than a moment ago. When he swallows and speaks, the words come with an unforced enthusiasm. A rarity -- but this position allows him to channel his knowledge of war and tactics, complex machinery, to a large-scale purpose. ]
We're working on designing a quantum stealth drone. Sort of based on an aircraft from my homeworld. It's going to have adaptive camouflage. A special material that renders anything that sits behind the object invisible, by bending the light around it. If there's a threat to Republic City, it will be a game-changer. It could incapacitate enemies while sitting in plain sight.
[ Etc etc. Geek babble and mouthfuls of duck. (Maybe if he knew how seethingly impatient Korra was, he'd shut up.) ]
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Date: 2015-03-03 04:53 am (UTC)[ Forcibly, he shakes the idea off. Reminds himself that it's just a baby inside her. A brand-new, soft-skinned baby who will be composed of all the wonderful rich ingredients of sweetness within Korra. Maybe one or two leftover fragments of his own. ]
[ He's heartened when she settles across from him. He doesn't realize how much he's come to like the comforting routine of breaking bread with her. Whether impeccably dressed at lunch or half-naked at breakfast, still disordered from bed, he could watch Korra cram food into her mouth, his pleasure undiminished day after day. Their first flagstone on the path to doomed domesticity, an echo of that night in the City, when what was Hei's personal space became suddenly theirs, shared. ]
[ He eats with his usual neat quickness. Glances up at her question, chewing slowly, his face lit with a brighter glow than a moment ago. When he swallows and speaks, the words come with an unforced enthusiasm. A rarity -- but this position allows him to channel his knowledge of war and tactics, complex machinery, to a large-scale purpose. ]
We're working on designing a quantum stealth drone. Sort of based on an aircraft from my homeworld. It's going to have adaptive camouflage. A special material that renders anything that sits behind the object invisible, by bending the light around it. If there's a threat to Republic City, it will be a game-changer. It could incapacitate enemies while sitting in plain sight.
[ Etc etc. Geek babble and mouthfuls of duck. (Maybe if he knew how seethingly impatient Korra was, he'd shut up.) ]