[ Returning from work, Hei still has kilojoules of energy to burn. Instead of heading home, he's resolved to run laps around the beach, until the restlessness fades. In motion, it's easy to let his mind stop wrangling ideas he's better off without anyway. Now, two hours later, he lies sprawled in the sand, not tired, but, for the moment, overwarm and played out. His stomach grumbles a little, but he'll eat as soon as he goes home, so he ignores it. The rest of his muscles are singing, a high-pitched song of time well-wasted. ]
[ Cracking his eyelids half-open, he spots -- cursed -- Jinora a few feet off. Uh oh. If the rest of her crew, especially half-pint Korra, are nearby, it's a good idea to make himself scarce. ]
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[ Cracking his eyelids half-open, he spots -- cursed -- Jinora a few feet off. Uh oh. If the rest of her crew, especially half-pint Korra, are nearby, it's a good idea to make himself scarce. ]