( kovacs doesn't know how he does it considering apollo is the size of a fucking jetliner but he manages to wriggle away from him and that stupid jumpsuit. at this point, getting into his clothes would be easier but it's the fucking principle.
with his anger fueling him, kovacs reaches down and grabs the frame of his bed, scattering the thin blanket and pillow on the floor and then he just hauls the entire fucking thing at apollo's watermelon sized head.
maybe he'd get lucky an an edge would smack him in the brain or at least mess up his hair. )
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( kovacs doesn't know how he does it considering apollo is the size of a fucking jetliner but he manages to wriggle away from him and that stupid jumpsuit. at this point, getting into his clothes would be easier but it's the fucking principle.
with his anger fueling him, kovacs reaches down and grabs the frame of his bed, scattering the thin blanket and pillow on the floor and then he just hauls the entire fucking thing at apollo's watermelon sized head.
maybe he'd get lucky an an edge would smack him in the brain or at least mess up his hair. )