[ If he'd been feeling sharper then maybe Apollo would have safely caught the bed, but not today. Not after listening to the worst radio station in the universe for this long. So instead he lashes out, swinging a furious backhand to meet the bed and cut it down mid-fling. The metal wraps itself around his arm as he swipes at it, bending and warping where it impacts with a screech of rending metal, before clattering away to the floor. Heavy space bed meets an immovable object.
At Clara's interruption he turns, wheeling in surprise and breathless with dying rage. He takes a moment, biting back the dizzy, delirious anger. ]
Clara... [ She's smaller than she looked on the network. Although, faced with her indignation suddenly Apollo feels just a fraction smaller himself. The anger subsides, replaced with something a little bit like embarrassment. ] Hey.
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At Clara's interruption he turns, wheeling in surprise and breathless with dying rage. He takes a moment, biting back the dizzy, delirious anger. ]
Clara... [ She's smaller than she looked on the network. Although, faced with her indignation suddenly Apollo feels just a fraction smaller himself. The anger subsides, replaced with something a little bit like embarrassment. ] Hey.