"Didn't even know he knew those dirty words, did you?" Proko tilts his head, the slightest amusement on his face, but only because Swan seems to be so damn amused by it. Adam Parrish is so far off Prokopenko's radar. The only thing he knows is that he's friends with the fuck heads who made Kavinsky drift further and further away from him.
Proko notices the anxiety as well, the way Adam seems to be itching for something. He glances at Swan and shrugs, then walks over, standing on top of half the shit that's dumped all over the floor, then crouches down, getting in his face. "Do your friends know?"
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Date: 2015-04-27 02:19 am (UTC)Proko notices the anxiety as well, the way Adam seems to be itching for something. He glances at Swan and shrugs, then walks over, standing on top of half the shit that's dumped all over the floor, then crouches down, getting in his face. "Do your friends know?"