[ At the sound of Naga's heavy paws padding the sand, Hei's head jerks up. The world still has more spin than usual and his skull keeps expanding to its limits in a flu-like, discouraging way. Alcohol doesn't explain everything, but it has been a long time since he's gotten this drunk. ]
[ Outlined in the intensifying light, Korra is both an eyesore and a sight for sore eyes. Behind her, the sun strikes slats of pink and orange off the sea; his eyes sting as he fixes them on her. ]
[ Maybe if he weren't such a hardass -- maybe if she was Pai -- he'd get up. Cross the distance between them, sweep her up in a whirling hug, kiss her sweet little face all over until he's absorbed every iota of tension out of her. Instead, he stays where he is. A touch so intimate wouldn't be welcome right now. Besides, his mouth tastes awful, his cheeks are grayed with stubble, and he has that dissolute air of a man who's spent the night in a viper's nest. The scent of sweat, sake and tobacco lingers heavily in the weave of his clothes. ]
[ At her question, he licks his lips. Eyes her for a moment, blank but somehow darkly wistful too. Then: ]
Because they have eyes and ears everywhere. Better than the police. Better than anything on the President's payroll. If I want information -- or news on anyone's whereabouts -- they're the most reliable source.
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Date: 2014-08-14 03:20 am (UTC)[ Outlined in the intensifying light, Korra is both an eyesore and a sight for sore eyes. Behind her, the sun strikes slats of pink and orange off the sea; his eyes sting as he fixes them on her. ]
[ Maybe if he weren't such a hardass -- maybe if she was Pai -- he'd get up. Cross the distance between them, sweep her up in a whirling hug, kiss her sweet little face all over until he's absorbed every iota of tension out of her. Instead, he stays where he is. A touch so intimate wouldn't be welcome right now. Besides, his mouth tastes awful, his cheeks are grayed with stubble, and he has that dissolute air of a man who's spent the night in a viper's nest. The scent of sweat, sake and tobacco lingers heavily in the weave of his clothes. ]
[ At her question, he licks his lips. Eyes her for a moment, blank but somehow darkly wistful too. Then: ]
Because they have eyes and ears everywhere. Better than the police. Better than anything on the President's payroll. If I want information -- or news on anyone's whereabouts -- they're the most reliable source.