[ circumstances had separated them last time, practically worlds apart with the way he'd been sent to taeum while she was brought to sedorum. it'd been a separation that he hadn't realized would be as troubling as aggravating as it was until it had happened, with the month and a half spent without her around, something he'd just address as having been an inconvenience from just being used to her company.
despite his talks with clara, conversations where he'd insisted that certain directions would be impossible for he and marta, he still finds himself here as soon as they're sent into their next mission, magnetized to her side like he might fear her disappearance if he takes his eyes off of her for a second. ]
No. [ he answers bluntly with a frown when she points out the soft knitted sweater she's suggesting, a style that fairly obviously doesn't suit his typical style. as much as she might have a certain influence on him, there's still plenty of areas where he'd be ready to resist.
but any other word is halted when the shop assistant springs up behind them, making use of the word honeymoon and leaving marta in a fluster.
kovacs merely raises his brow, peering besides him to the quick reflex marta uses in denying it, but a rising smirk has him looking over to the assistant with an amused look. ]
Actually, we are. [ to emphasize his point, he brings his arm up around her shoulders, nudging her in a little closer. ] We're ... eloping actually. All pretty sudden, her disapproving family and all — we just grabbed what we could in our hands and we went right out the door. Barely had time to pack enough clothes so we're looking to stock up the wardrobe before we board.
[ he turns to her, a devious twinkle in his eye. ] Ain't that right, babe?
marta reels for a moment, but fortunately that look of alarm that flashes across her face could easily be mistaken for the look of a nervous new wife fleeing from her old life. when he prompts her to speak, her eyes widen, her look hardens. it's not betrayal, but indignation. does he want to be thrown up on??? ]
We... do need clothes.
[ she pauses to swallow back the faint tickle of nausea in her throat — it's certainly no lie, but somehow knowing it's wrapped up in deception is enough to get that annoying reflex of hers to pique its metaphorical head up in interest
she forces a smile on her face as she shifts against kovacs' hold, turning so she's leaning into him a little, one hand coming up to pat his chest like she isn't also considering throttling him in some way. blessedly, the smile looks friendly, and not too much like a grimace.
"Well you've come to the right place!" the shop assistant prompts, gesturing to the racks of clothing around them. ]
We'll take a few of those behind you to a fitting room, [ marta pipes up almost instantly, gesturing towards a row of sweaters and sweatervests — the same style he was so adamantly against just seconds before. she turns to kovacs then, flashing a smile that's all teeth and edge. ]
It might be nice to change things up a little, won't it... babe?
[ kovacs hasn't forgotten about marta's little problem, and maybe that's the idea behind the little challenge he throws out there, investing in a new backstory this time around, compared to the more easily believable circumstances he'd set up for them as business partners over in badrock. all it takes is one glance and he could see the panic set in on her expression.
the smirk plastered along his lips, a little proud of the teasing joke, is helpless, still there even when marta gestures out to the collection of clothing she's well aware is far from his style.
instead of looking to the assistant, he turns to keep his attention on the woman right beside him, his fingers giving her shoulder a light squeeze. ]
Oh, I don't think so. You know how it just feels like suffocation when I wear those things. [ he gives a vague waving gesture with his free hand, indicating the assortment of sweaters. ] Then again — [ he peers over at a different rack, reaching for a hanger to hold up a small, seemingly tight dress, one that might show more skin than it covers. ] Might be able to compromise if you show off a few of these for me.
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despite his talks with clara, conversations where he'd insisted that certain directions would be impossible for he and marta, he still finds himself here as soon as they're sent into their next mission, magnetized to her side like he might fear her disappearance if he takes his eyes off of her for a second. ]
No. [ he answers bluntly with a frown when she points out the soft knitted sweater she's suggesting, a style that fairly obviously doesn't suit his typical style. as much as she might have a certain influence on him, there's still plenty of areas where he'd be ready to resist.
but any other word is halted when the shop assistant springs up behind them, making use of the word honeymoon and leaving marta in a fluster.
kovacs merely raises his brow, peering besides him to the quick reflex marta uses in denying it, but a rising smirk has him looking over to the assistant with an amused look. ]
Actually, we are. [ to emphasize his point, he brings his arm up around her shoulders, nudging her in a little closer. ] We're ... eloping actually. All pretty sudden, her disapproving family and all — we just grabbed what we could in our hands and we went right out the door. Barely had time to pack enough clothes so we're looking to stock up the wardrobe before we board.
[ he turns to her, a devious twinkle in his eye. ] Ain't that right, babe?
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marta reels for a moment, but fortunately that look of alarm that flashes across her face could easily be mistaken for the look of a nervous new wife fleeing from her old life. when he prompts her to speak, her eyes widen, her look hardens. it's not betrayal, but indignation. does he want to be thrown up on??? ]
We... do need clothes.
[ she pauses to swallow back the faint tickle of nausea in her throat — it's certainly no lie, but somehow knowing it's wrapped up in deception is enough to get that annoying reflex of hers to pique its metaphorical head up in interest
she forces a smile on her face as she shifts against kovacs' hold, turning so she's leaning into him a little, one hand coming up to pat his chest like she isn't also considering throttling him in some way. blessedly, the smile looks friendly, and not too much like a grimace.
"Well you've come to the right place!" the shop assistant prompts, gesturing to the racks of clothing around them. ]
We'll take a few of those behind you to a fitting room, [ marta pipes up almost instantly, gesturing towards a row of sweaters and sweatervests — the same style he was so adamantly against just seconds before. she turns to kovacs then, flashing a smile that's all teeth and edge. ]
It might be nice to change things up a little, won't it... babe?
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the smirk plastered along his lips, a little proud of the teasing joke, is helpless, still there even when marta gestures out to the collection of clothing she's well aware is far from his style.
instead of looking to the assistant, he turns to keep his attention on the woman right beside him, his fingers giving her shoulder a light squeeze. ]
Oh, I don't think so. You know how it just feels like suffocation when I wear those things. [ he gives a vague waving gesture with his free hand, indicating the assortment of sweaters. ] Then again — [ he peers over at a different rack, reaching for a hanger to hold up a small, seemingly tight dress, one that might show more skin than it covers. ] Might be able to compromise if you show off a few of these for me.