[ An afternoon a week. Hei's stomach flutters, and some of the lines in his face relax. He's both dizzily grateful -- and quietly incredulous. He's become so used to that heavy space in his chest, the sense of constant futility congealing behind his ribs, stuck in his throat. Since he's parted from Korra and Mai he's grown so heavy on the inside, everything within him thickening and chilling and hardening. An effigy of the real Hei -- whoever that person is. ]
Okay.
[ The shocky happiness is so raw it's an effort to force the single word out. Trying to cover up for the feeling, he piles the quivering jelly-squares into his own bowl. Takes precise bites. Delicious -- not too sweet, with a pleasantly herbal aftertaste that goes straight up the sinuses and seeps right into his skull. At the window, shapes blur in the rain: the apartment swims underwater. Or is that just a trick of light? ]
[ Blinking, he glances up at Korra's question. ]
The neighbors sent them over. They're from a new bakery downtown.
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Date: 2015-07-04 03:21 am (UTC)Okay.
[ The shocky happiness is so raw it's an effort to force the single word out. Trying to cover up for the feeling, he piles the quivering jelly-squares into his own bowl. Takes precise bites. Delicious -- not too sweet, with a pleasantly herbal aftertaste that goes straight up the sinuses and seeps right into his skull. At the window, shapes blur in the rain: the apartment swims underwater. Or is that just a trick of light? ]
[ Blinking, he glances up at Korra's question. ]
The neighbors sent them over. They're from a new bakery downtown.