Let's talk about that fake amnesia, shall we?

[notarrowette]

Who: Cissie and Beatty
What: Cissie's checking up on her inmate
Where: Beatty's room
When: Today!
Warnings: None so far!

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[happinessboys]

What books he couldn't burn using a borrowed lighter, he hid away, feeling like a criminal. But it was all he could do. When she left the books- history books that were so on the border of being acceptable or not- he was compelled to actually read them. Of course, he would never admit it...hence the reason he tried to get rid of them.

He let her in without ceremony, going back to sit at his table.

"Can I help you?"

[notarrowette]

Cissie followed him in, sitting across from him. She set the match book on the table and slid it over to him. "You've been quiet lately, so I thought I'd check in. And I thought you might need more of these."

[happinessboys]

"I hope you mean the matches because any of your contraband will just be ashes on the floor." He took the matchbook and filled his pipe, not feeling up to a cigarette today. He was almost out as it was.

Once he was comfortable and content, smoke rising from the pipe, he gave her another look.

[notarrowette]

"I did mean the matches," she said calmly, just setting the book on the table in front of her. She didn't push it at him, or react outwardly--she assumed the books she was leaving were being burned, but if he was reading them first, she considered it progress.