[ perhaps, to their benefit, kovacs isn't interesting in enacting whatever the hell everyone's expecting out of this mistletoe obsession. he has no sense of tradition when it comes the little plants, and it isn't as if there's a superstitious curse that'll be laid upon him for ignoring it; he knows because he's ignored every damn one he's come across the whole station.
when yelena catches him under it, he stares at her for a moment, eyes squinted like she's just spoken complete nonsense to him (which she has) before he raises up his gaze to the plant over here. ]
Sounds ... appropriate.
[ cigarette spun in his fingers, he brings it back to his mouth as he looks down at her. ]
Really drills in the fact that the whole plant thing is full of shit.
mistletoe;
when yelena catches him under it, he stares at her for a moment, eyes squinted like she's just spoken complete nonsense to him (which she has) before he raises up his gaze to the plant over here. ]
Sounds ... appropriate.
[ cigarette spun in his fingers, he brings it back to his mouth as he looks down at her. ]
Really drills in the fact that the whole plant thing is full of shit.