[he huffs, flopping heavily onto the bunk bed and taking the ice pack once it's handed over to him. poor illya, having to deal with people who huff and think too much about what they say to him.]
[wincing, the ice pack soon brings cold relief to his burning hot face. he hadn't noticed how the rush of blood warmed up his skin like so.]
Kovacs. [is the muttered response.] Tall as you.
Don't think it might happen to others. I think we were both in a bad mood.
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[wincing, the ice pack soon brings cold relief to his burning hot face. he hadn't noticed how the rush of blood warmed up his skin like so.]
Kovacs. [is the muttered response.] Tall as you.
Don't think it might happen to others. I think we were both in a bad mood.
[for whatever reason]