[ Hei doesn't know why he expects her to kick and shriek immediately. Then he realizes it's because he only picks children up when it's to deliver a killing voltage. Other than a detached observation about the relative ease of mass and weight, the lesser bone density of their skulls, he's learnt to feel nothing. ]
[ But this is the complete opposite. Memories of Pai keep layering themselves over Korra's face like an eerie pentimento. Despite himself, he touches her cheek, smoothes her hair. It needs combing. Her little face is still blotched, the corners of the mouth sticky with dried tears. But she seems secure and nearly asleep. It's both unfamiliar and not. ]
It's Li. [ Not that it matters at this point. He shifts her up higher, and moves to go, mapping out a network of shortcuts in his mind. Dryly, he adds, ] Don't drool on my jacket, okay?
Saturday - closed to Hei <333
[ But this is the complete opposite. Memories of Pai keep layering themselves over Korra's face like an eerie pentimento. Despite himself, he touches her cheek, smoothes her hair. It needs combing. Her little face is still blotched, the corners of the mouth sticky with dried tears. But she seems secure and nearly asleep. It's both unfamiliar and not. ]
It's Li. [ Not that it matters at this point. He shifts her up higher, and moves to go, mapping out a network of shortcuts in his mind. Dryly, he adds, ] Don't drool on my jacket, okay?