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It's been a long day. Training drained Porco of most of his energy, and his muscles are aching. But his spirit remains untamed, and adrenaline still courses through his veins. He's not ready to return to the room he shares with Reiner. Not before he squeezes every last drop of enjoyment out of the night.
Plopped on an old, weathered bench in a secluded part of the military base, near a patch of woods, the Warrior pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes he 'borrowed' from Zeke, deftly places one between his lips and ignite it with a lighter. He takes a long drag of the cigarette, allowing the tobacco to fill his lungs. The smoke swirls around his lips as he exhales, creating a misty dance in the cool night air. The leaves rustle. Tilting his head back, Porco stares at the radiant full moon, its soft glow illuminating the darkness. It's the perfect backdrop for a night of mischief and, if he's lucky, pleasure.
The sound of gravel crunching underfoot catches his attention. His eyebrows raise in anticipation, and he turns his head toward the path that winds its way through the trees. A smirk spreads across his lips, accentuating the cockiness in his eyes. "Hey there!"
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