( well, there went it bed. he has no idea why he thought that had been a good idea but, in the absence of a chair, the bed had been the easiest thing to grab and chuck at someone. too bad that someone was a fucking brick house.
fucking unfair. he watches his bed splinter and actually fucking wrap around apollo like a fucking scarf and all he can really do is stand there and stare.
he's just about to launch himself at apollo one more time when another voice pipes up near the door and kovacs stops in his tracks.
it occurs to him that attacking apollo now, while he was distracted, might have worked but he doesn't. this seems kind of ridiculous now. )
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fucking unfair. he watches his bed splinter and actually fucking wrap around apollo like a fucking scarf and all he can really do is stand there and stare.
he's just about to launch himself at apollo one more time when another voice pipes up near the door and kovacs stops in his tracks.
it occurs to him that attacking apollo now, while he was distracted, might have worked but he doesn't. this seems kind of ridiculous now. )
We were having a disagreement.
( an understatement. )
Apollo doesn't agree with my choice of attire.
( or lack thereof. )