[ There's very little Hei does on impulse. When he swings by the club, it's late at night. Perfect rush-hour to stay unnoticed -- to satisfy his curiosity at being invited. He's not Korra's friend. Certainly not someone she should allow into her inner-circle of kiddies. Part of him hopes she's not doing that Be-Nice-To-Him-To-Brighten-His-Fweewings thing some girls do. It'd be tragic if it were true. But that kind of misplaced thinking is instinctive. It's drilled into their sugary-spicy heads, so they do it by nature. ]
[ He's posing as 'Li' -- grungedout and gawky. But he blends in. He's a chameleon that way, always able to fit in, taught to go unnoticed by the best grifters. At the bar, which is up a platform of stairs, he purchases an overpriced bottle of water, and surveys the crowd. Spots Korra -- damn, where did she learn to dance like that? Amazing that she can, when she seemed to have so much on her conscience last time he saw her. ]
[ But that's not his business. He's just here to play Fly On The Wall. Enjoy the show. ]
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[ He's posing as 'Li' -- grungedout and gawky. But he blends in. He's a chameleon that way, always able to fit in, taught to go unnoticed by the best grifters. At the bar, which is up a platform of stairs, he purchases an overpriced bottle of water, and surveys the crowd. Spots Korra -- damn, where did she learn to dance like that? Amazing that she can, when she seemed to have so much on her conscience last time he saw her. ]
[ But that's not his business. He's just here to play Fly On The Wall. Enjoy the show. ]