[ marta's gaze locks on his the second his attention drifts back over, like she means to reclaim it despite never meaning to lose it in the first place. her stare, too, is a challenging one โ at least until he fires back and then suddenly her expression sours, almost petulant. she honestly doesn't even hear the rest of what he says, or what sally says in return (first, a quiet look, flicking between marta and kovacs, and then a dawning sort of realization as she quietly concedes with, "Yeah. Some other time.") โ sally, like the rest of the bar, just fades away into the haze of the backdrop. again, like so many times before, it's just kovacs, it's just her, it's just this charge of electricity between them too dangerous to be playing with. ]
Babysitting, [ she repeats, tone dry as the desert outside. she lifts a finger, finding target on kovacs' chest and those annoying, dumb shirt buttons. ] What're you implying, cabrรณn?
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Babysitting, [ she repeats, tone dry as the desert outside. she lifts a finger, finding target on kovacs' chest and those annoying, dumb shirt buttons. ] What're you implying, cabrรณn?