[ Watching her bend a whorl of hot water to clean them off, Hei almost smiles with a sated, satirical amusement. Ordinarily he'd do it himself with a handful of tissues or maybe a moist towel. Something about the way people here use their bending for every trivial chore strikes him as both complacent and disquieting. ]
[ But he's in a sweetly drowsy state, and he doesn't particularly care right now. His fingers, padded and sticky-warm, stroke her brow, touch the pulse at her hairline, cup the side of her head. His breaths are slow against the stirring mess of her hair, each one laden with a creeping sleepiness. ]
[ In a muzzy voice, he teases, ]
How is it that you can clean this off lickety-split -- but the kitchen is a mess everytime you walk out of it?
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Date: 2014-08-11 09:32 pm (UTC)[ But he's in a sweetly drowsy state, and he doesn't particularly care right now. His fingers, padded and sticky-warm, stroke her brow, touch the pulse at her hairline, cup the side of her head. His breaths are slow against the stirring mess of her hair, each one laden with a creeping sleepiness. ]
[ In a muzzy voice, he teases, ]
How is it that you can clean this off lickety-split -- but the kitchen is a mess everytime you walk out of it?