Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Seventeen]

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PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!

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It was a strange feeling for Daryan, led by a guard to take a shower early the next morning. He’d never been fussy, exactly about luxury, but he definitely was used to something other than this; to something less sterile with a lot less routine. Here in prison, you showered according to schedule. At least there was a small cubicle with a toilet attached to the cells. Daryan could deal with showering when told, but he sure as hell couldn’t shit on command.

Daryan was let into the communal showers and he was surprised at how relieved he was to apparently be the first and only one there at the time. He hadn’t really been worried about what might happen in the showers; not really; not consciously. But, he supposed, stories that circulated through society conditioned you to be apprehensive about this kind of situation.

Leaving the guard at the door, and with one slightly suspicious look back, Daryan deposited his towel and entered the shower. Stepping under the spray, poor excuse for one as it was, the warmth and the sensation of grime washing away made Daryan feel a better immediately. Carefully, he washed days’ worth of old, coloured and clear hair spray out of his hair. Really, the stuff could be such a bitch.

Daryan was just washing the last suds out of his now long and freely-flowing hair when he heard voices from where the shower room opened up behind him. Two men turned the corner and Daryan watched them enter as he fought the urge to cover himself.

“What do we have here?” one of them drawled smoothly, and Daryan raised an eyebrow at the obviously bad, purple dye-job that was just about still visible at the tips of the man’s hair. “Ah, fresh meat. How perfectly fantabulous.”

Daryan scowled. He couldn’t quite agree with the “fantabulousness” of his being here. Besides, he was not “fresh meat”. Nonetheless, he nodded and managed a stiff smirk.

“And such a dazzmagorical celebrity as well. Daryan Crescend!” the man exclaimed and took a few steps closer. “I am honoured to meet you. I am Redd White.”

Daryan narrowed his eyes for just a moment at this Redd White and, in his mind, decided that something had fried this guy’s brain, or at least the part of it that was responsible for forming sensible words.

“Yeah, pleased to meet you,” Daryan said, disinterestedly and the only reason he even tried to not sound too forced was because he was standing in a shower with two entirely stark naked strangers; men, no less.

The second stranger gave a “hrumpf” and began grousing something unintelligible before stomping off towards the end of the showers. Daryan raised an eyebrow at the odd behaviour and looked at White.

“Ah, that’s The Tiger,” the older man explained at Daryan’s questioning glance. “Ignore him. You’ll prefer him not to speak.”

One glance towards The Tiger and Daryan nodded, albeit with a sceptically raised eyebrow. Ignore him? The man was friggen’ huge and so tanned he was practically red.

“Yeah, ok. Whatever, man,” Daryan mumbled, still slightly distracted. “I’ll see you around then.”

Daryan was just about to step past White when the other man grabbed his wrist in a grip tighter than one would ever have imagined from his sophisticated, if a little outlandish, speech.

“Not so fast, rock star,” White admonished, his tone of voice still still so pleasant it made Daryan’s skin crawl.