[ (Not magic. But not particularly scientific either.) ]
[ He makes no complaint at the extra zing in her healing. His shoulders shift and flex slightly at the sensation, but there's no move to escape her. Not yet. Lowering his arms at level with his ribs, he clenches and unclenches his palms experimentally, shifting into what looks like the first form of a port de bras exercise. It's not too far off: he's checking the stiffness in his joints, the smoothness in his muscles. ]
[ There's still the dull twinge of bruises here and there. But it's nothing he can't ignore. His focus goes back to Korra's face. He gives her a strange look -- the kind that might make her feel a bit like a little girl, but one who is very singularly endearing. A moment later the gaze shutters into perfect blankness. ] Ask yourself that once it's midnight. [ He doesn't explain himself further. In the space of a heartbeat, he's launched a cable up at the closest rooftop. Before she tries to stop him, he's swept off his feet and rocketed into the air. He knows the Underground far better than her. With a hundred nooks and crannies to slip into, it'll be impossible to track him down. ]
[ (He leaves his mask behind, the surface pitted and bloodsplattered. Consider it a souvenir. Or break it to pieces, if you like. He has spares.) ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ He makes no complaint at the extra zing in her healing. His shoulders shift and flex slightly at the sensation, but there's no move to escape her. Not yet. Lowering his arms at level with his ribs, he clenches and unclenches his palms experimentally, shifting into what looks like the first form of a port de bras exercise. It's not too far off: he's checking the stiffness in his joints, the smoothness in his muscles. ]
[ There's still the dull twinge of bruises here and there. But it's nothing he can't ignore. His focus goes back to Korra's face. He gives her a strange look -- the kind that might make her feel a bit like a little girl, but one who is very singularly endearing. A moment later the gaze shutters into perfect blankness. ] Ask yourself that once it's midnight. [ He doesn't explain himself further. In the space of a heartbeat, he's launched a cable up at the closest rooftop. Before she tries to stop him, he's swept off his feet and rocketed into the air. He knows the Underground far better than her. With a hundred nooks and crannies to slip into, it'll be impossible to track him down. ]
[ (He leaves his mask behind, the surface pitted and bloodsplattered. Consider it a souvenir. Or break it to pieces, if you like. He has spares.) ]