For a moment, in the wake of those angry, terrified words, the world is still. Jiang can't breathe. He watches Proko and Kavinsky. Kavinsky watches him and Proko. Proko's eyes are glued forward, Jiang knows, a little desperate and a lot scared.
Kavinsky moves away from the wall. He approaches, and when he reaches Proko, he cups his ears like they share a sin.
"Didn't see nothing that anyone outside this room is gonna ever know about." Jiang doesn't let himself breathe just yet. Kavinsky is notorious.
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Date: 2017-04-20 07:19 am (UTC)Kavinsky moves away from the wall. He approaches, and when he reaches Proko, he cups his ears like they share a sin.
"Didn't see nothing that anyone outside this room is gonna ever know about." Jiang doesn't let himself breathe just yet. Kavinsky is notorious.