[ the state of their office is... passable, at best. if she were to ignore the general explosion of papers the desk is usually in, one could even call it cozy. but it seems dust and dirt remain constants here, and no amount of sweeping really does anything for them. now with the rain added to the mix, marta's about ready to throw in the towel for any hope of getting the place properly cleaned. but maybe that's for the best. maybe it'll discourage certain parties from spending too many of their nights here... ]
Is it really pretending?
[ she won't pretend she couldn't use the drink, after all. but the evening is still some time from now, so the least they can do is be productive a different way.
reaching over the fold of his legs, she plucks up one of the papers from their little request box. ]
Today's lucky winner is... A missing owl-shrew.
[ outside, thunder rumbles like it's laughing, and marta's lips twist into something wry. she drops the slip of paper on kovacs' chest. ]
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Is it really pretending?
[ she won't pretend she couldn't use the drink, after all. but the evening is still some time from now, so the least they can do is be productive a different way.
reaching over the fold of his legs, she plucks up one of the papers from their little request box. ]
Today's lucky winner is... A missing owl-shrew.
[ outside, thunder rumbles like it's laughing, and marta's lips twist into something wry. she drops the slip of paper on kovacs' chest. ]
I hope your boots are waterproof.
[ hers certainly aren't, ugh. ]