[ Always alert, Hei hears the caterwauling indoors. A dog barks in a distance, and across the sandy curve of beach, there is the hubbub of sloshing waves and far-off trills from seagulls. Yet, with Korra's lips on his, none of that matters. A circumambient silence makes him feel like their little spot is the only animated thing in the world: everything else just lies there, still and soundless. ]
[ He tries to ignore it when she addresses Naga like a person. Lets her curl her warm fingers through his, instead, squeezing them before he slips their linked hands in his pocket. He guides her past the stretch of crunching sand, to the flat pavement, and out on the street. The evening is warm and thick, orange and blue and grey; people's shadows precede them everywhere, slipping over the floor. Around them, buildings vie to block out most of the sky, pressing in tight. The whole City seems vivid; not bursting with light like the extravagance of Tokyo, but possessing a glittering whimsy. ]
[ Choosing the nearest exit, they drift Underground. The shadows deepen as Hei leads her through a warren of pitted streets and sooty buildings. They cross the Gyshal, then the Arena, slip down near a canal, before emerging into the 'Little Macau' section. The streets stink of fish, sidewalks crowded with people jostling along, multicolored wares spilling everywhere. Lightly pressing Korra's fingers, Hei wonders if she remembers coming her -- cursed as a toddler. ]
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[ He tries to ignore it when she addresses Naga like a person. Lets her curl her warm fingers through his, instead, squeezing them before he slips their linked hands in his pocket. He guides her past the stretch of crunching sand, to the flat pavement, and out on the street. The evening is warm and thick, orange and blue and grey; people's shadows precede them everywhere, slipping over the floor. Around them, buildings vie to block out most of the sky, pressing in tight. The whole City seems vivid; not bursting with light like the extravagance of Tokyo, but possessing a glittering whimsy. ]
[ Choosing the nearest exit, they drift Underground. The shadows deepen as Hei leads her through a warren of pitted streets and sooty buildings. They cross the Gyshal, then the Arena, slip down near a canal, before emerging into the 'Little Macau' section. The streets stink of fish, sidewalks crowded with people jostling along, multicolored wares spilling everywhere. Lightly pressing Korra's fingers, Hei wonders if she remembers coming her -- cursed as a toddler. ]