Proko turns toward him and nestles against Jiang's chest for a moment. "That's a lie," he mumbles, pouting a little. But he eventually pushes at Jiang. "Go get it started, I'm coming. Maybe. Not sure I can walk, motherfucker."
He grins though, because he doesn't regret a fucking thing.
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He grins though, because he doesn't regret a fucking thing.