They stare each other down, some sort of rival here. Kavinsky unfurls himself from where he was seated, and goes to the light panel on the wall, bringing the theater lights up just enough that they can all look at each other.
Jiang doesn't let go of Proko's hand. He puts himself in front of him, just a little. Jiang knows Proko can fight, but that doesn't mean he won't try and slow Kavinsky down if this turns into one.
Kavinsky leans against the wall though, just looks at them. "Christ. Stop acting like you two are fucking subtle or something."
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Date: 2017-04-20 07:00 am (UTC)They stare each other down, some sort of rival here. Kavinsky unfurls himself from where he was seated, and goes to the light panel on the wall, bringing the theater lights up just enough that they can all look at each other.
Jiang doesn't let go of Proko's hand. He puts himself in front of him, just a little. Jiang knows Proko can fight, but that doesn't mean he won't try and slow Kavinsky down if this turns into one.
Kavinsky leans against the wall though, just looks at them. "Christ. Stop acting like you two are fucking subtle or something."