... Great. Just great. Our favorite idiot returns.
[At least Kovacs doesn't talk talk talk.
As Newton sits there, watching Peter with a displeased glower that doesn't belong to the owner of the body, there's an erratic, shaky tapping of his finger against the arm rest he's cuffed to. Slow, heavy, graceless.
The box that is deposited, as well as the items taken out of it, give them pause to squint skeptically at one of their least favorite crewmates... like maybe they can't quite believe their eyes.
There's an obvious shift in pronouns, now that the jig is up:]
Don't tell us you're going to kiss our booboos all better.
We dealt with that kind of disgusting behavior enough when we weren't steering this vessel.
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[At least Kovacs doesn't talk talk talk.
As Newton sits there, watching Peter with a displeased glower that doesn't belong to the owner of the body, there's an erratic, shaky tapping of his finger against the arm rest he's cuffed to. Slow, heavy, graceless.
The box that is deposited, as well as the items taken out of it, give them pause to squint skeptically at one of their least favorite crewmates... like maybe they can't quite believe their eyes.
There's an obvious shift in pronouns, now that the jig is up:]
Don't tell us you're going to kiss our booboos all better.
We dealt with that kind of disgusting behavior enough when we weren't steering this vessel.