*Kristoph is sitting in his elaborately decorated cell, reading a book. This is all he does, ever. So if you would like to visit him post 4-4, feel free to drop by. Don't be shy now!*
*Tigre's been shifted to the end of the cell block for a long time now, his name lost in the annals of some record book. He's been essentially forgotten by the system, or else some part of it is choking on him. He's fine with that. He likes being alive.
The only downside is that he's been sitting in this cell for nearly a decade, and the blonde across the hall is the closest thing he's seen to a lady since they hung ol' Ini or whatever-the-fuck by the neck. He takes a moment to get himself an eyeful*
*Kristoph pauses in his reading to clean his glasses, and while he does, he senses a pair of eyes on him. He glances over and with his vision blurred sees only a disturbingly familiar spiky-haired silhouette. Startled and unprepared, he jerks around and faces the wall.*
*looks like this one likes to play shy! Ain't that sweet. He walks up to the bars, grabs one, still saying nothing. He reaches out between the bars with his free hand, crooks one finger in a "come hither" motion*
*Kristoph puts his glasses back on, but still isn't entirely sure what he's seeing. After some deliberation he decides to get a better look, and moves to the entrance of his cell. He squints through the bars but is still mostly confused, and he raises an eyebrow in question.*
*his face is very nearly up against the bars, the lines on it presenting a confusing web of shadows and wrinkles when separated by the iron greyness. When he speaks his voice is low, his accent muted*
Tell you what, sweet thing. When I see you in the showers, how 'bout I show you the soap on a rope?
The only downside is that he's been sitting in this cell for nearly a decade, and the blonde across the hall is the closest thing he's seen to a lady since they hung ol' Ini or whatever-the-fuck by the neck. He takes a moment to get himself an eyeful*
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Tell you what, sweet thing. When I see you in the showers, how 'bout I show you the soap on a rope?
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I beg your pardon?
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Am I to assume you're inviting me to be your... *his nose wrinkles* Prison bitch?
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