[ this isn't kovacs' first go in this place, but he really has no idea what the hell ended up dragging him back here, as brief as his first visit had been. he thinks he might have successfully escaped, for a time, since he's come to discover that it's been a good several months since he was last here, even if in his memory, he practically blinked back right where he left. unfortunately, his few escape attempts since then hasn't given him any better results.
at least he gets a room to himself (or mostly, since he shares his bathroom with mystery resident on the other side), which is spacious enough for him to get all the sleep he wants, curtains often drawn to not be bothered — until the maid comes around and announces breakfast, a routine that sounds too much like a chore but tolerable to at least get something in his stomach.
it's when he gets back to his room to dig around his tossed clothes for a box of cigarettes that he hears the suspicious shuffling in the walls. ]
What the fuck ... ?
[ could be a cat or some raccoon, some bizarre instance of animals gets stuck, but he hears the actual voice, which immediately assures him that it's not some spy or assassin, or at least not one with a damn brain if it's gonna chatter behind the walls like that.
when it seemingly speaks to him, kovacs stays silent for a long while, before he finally steps forward, curling his fingers in a fist and bangs on the wall with it a few times, aiming it directly where mystery idiot happens to be located. ]
i. because of course
at least he gets a room to himself (or mostly, since he shares his bathroom with mystery resident on the other side), which is spacious enough for him to get all the sleep he wants, curtains often drawn to not be bothered — until the maid comes around and announces breakfast, a routine that sounds too much like a chore but tolerable to at least get something in his stomach.
it's when he gets back to his room to dig around his tossed clothes for a box of cigarettes that he hears the suspicious shuffling in the walls. ]
What the fuck ... ?
[ could be a cat or some raccoon, some bizarre instance of animals gets stuck, but he hears the actual voice, which immediately assures him that it's not some spy or assassin, or at least not one with a damn brain if it's gonna chatter behind the walls like that.
when it seemingly speaks to him, kovacs stays silent for a long while, before he finally steps forward, curling his fingers in a fist and bangs on the wall with it a few times, aiming it directly where mystery idiot happens to be located. ]
Hey, dipshit. Fuck you doing in there?