[ it's always impossible not to spot rosinante in a crowd, considering his towering size, which makes him an even more accessible companion to approach as kovacs brings over the large bottle, setting down the glasses upon the table before taking a seat. ]
Never really been the crowd type.
[ not if he could help it. for a moment, his eyes fall on the cigarette drawn away from rosinante's mouth, almost chuckling to himself when he doesn't feel the itch to have once, even if it almost feels strange now to have one in his own hands, like it's simply become habit. ]
It's Kovacs. [ figures he should clarify, an ouroboros tattoo on his inner left forearm which was easily visible on his other body now the only physical indication that he's one and the same with a different face. ] They decided to give me a makeover from the ugly mug.
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Never really been the crowd type.
[ not if he could help it. for a moment, his eyes fall on the cigarette drawn away from rosinante's mouth, almost chuckling to himself when he doesn't feel the itch to have once, even if it almost feels strange now to have one in his own hands, like it's simply become habit. ]
It's Kovacs. [ figures he should clarify, an ouroboros tattoo on his inner left forearm which was easily visible on his other body now the only physical indication that he's one and the same with a different face. ] They decided to give me a makeover from the ugly mug.