[ Hei lets her burrow her little face into his shirt. He reminds himself that, South Pole or no, she's just a child. The surroundings are too phantasmagoric in her already sleepy, keyed-up state. On impulse, he stops at a stand to buy two chilli garlic prawn-&-salmon skewers. Mouthing one prawn off the top -- ] Just a taste test. I won't eat the whole thing. [ -- he chews contemplatively and swallows. Decides it's not too spicy for her, and hands her a skewer after breaking the pointed tip off. You'll poke someone's eye out, yahta yahta. ]
[ There are several restaurants speckling the periphery. Maybe they can duck into a relatively quiet one, and get a proper meal. What about getting her home? a wry voice almost like Mao's asks. ]
Saturday - closed to Hei <333
[ There are several restaurants speckling the periphery. Maybe they can duck into a relatively quiet one, and get a proper meal. What about getting her home? a wry voice almost like Mao's asks. ]
[ Shut up, Hei tells it. I'm hungry. ]