[ he's the type to easily get in a sour mood if his sleep is interrupted, mostly for the fact that he gets so very little of it in the first place. it makes it that much easier to not think about what's covering him up, or the lack of clothing all together, not until the door is wide open and alina's on the other side looking him over.
the thing with the sleeve technology he's used to is that there's never much modesty in the way of nudity in the first place, but even if it weren't the case, it's likely that kovacs wouldn't care much about it anyway.
his eyes peer down at himself, taking note of how exposed he is, before he sighs, looking back up at her. ]
It is when they come to wake me up past bed time. [ though, truth be told, he has no idea what time it is, harder to tell when they're on a station with no real sense of passage of time. there's no sense of embarrassment or rush either when he turns back into his room, snagging a pair of elastic shorts to pull up over his hips. ] Come in if you want.
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the thing with the sleeve technology he's used to is that there's never much modesty in the way of nudity in the first place, but even if it weren't the case, it's likely that kovacs wouldn't care much about it anyway.
his eyes peer down at himself, taking note of how exposed he is, before he sighs, looking back up at her. ]
It is when they come to wake me up past bed time. [ though, truth be told, he has no idea what time it is, harder to tell when they're on a station with no real sense of passage of time. there's no sense of embarrassment or rush either when he turns back into his room, snagging a pair of elastic shorts to pull up over his hips. ] Come in if you want.