[ She slips so easily into obedient passivity, that Hei almost might've imagined that unexpected fit of pique. ]
[ Almost. ]
[ Except he didn't, and its existence feeds a hum of something in the line of his shoulders. A premonition, almost. He's supposed to be a creature of cold logic; supposed to disdain bad vibes and sixth senses. Perhaps the fact that he doesn't is a sign of his irrational human half, reasserting itself? ]
[ He doesn't know. ]
[ He regards Yin a moment more, impassive, but filled with silent disquiet. Then turns on his heel to start the route back home. ]
no subject
[ Almost. ]
[ Except he didn't, and its existence feeds a hum of something in the line of his shoulders. A premonition, almost. He's supposed to be a creature of cold logic; supposed to disdain bad vibes and sixth senses. Perhaps the fact that he doesn't is a sign of his irrational human half, reasserting itself? ]
[ He doesn't know. ]
[ He regards Yin a moment more, impassive, but filled with silent disquiet. Then turns on his heel to start the route back home. ]