C'mon, We're Practically In-Laws!

[ascending_angel]

WHO: Warren and Lois London aka Mortis!!
WHERE: JAIL
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: Hideous
SUMMARY: Warren flew back into the city to have drinks with Sam at his bar tonight. However, he decided to come early and make a pit stop to visit his girlfriend's sister in jail.
FORMAT: Paradeath

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[ikillforsupper]

As soon as he spoke Lois flipped out. Dark energy twisted around her hands and she threw it at him. Of course it didn't actually hit him or do anything to the infernal blue shield that surrounded her. She crossed her arms and dropped back down to the floor, knocking over one of the water bottles she'd been provided.

"What do you want?"

[ascending_angel]

There wasn't even a flinch on his part; not a hitch of breath or a even a blink at her reaction. Warren wasn't scared of her, especially knowing that he'd been able to survive her touch--even if it'd been barely. The disgusting scars that she'd left on his skin were mostly healed over now, with only the barest of discoloured wrinkles remaining there.

"I couldn't come and visit? I'm hurt." He shook his head in a scolding manner, and slowly paced in front of the bars of the cell. "I wanted to make sure that you were being provided for, of course."

Not really.

I want to see you suffer.

[ikillforsupper]

"Well golly gee, I'm just so happy to see you," she said with as much fake happiness as she could muster. She would have thrown a bottle at him, but she needed those.

"Are we going to swap stories of what it's like to be caged somewhere we don't want to be?"

[ascending_angel]

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, playing stupid before he stopped pacing. Both hands circled around the bars, and he leaned his forehead against them.

"If you care to enlighten me on how much you're enjoying yourself, though, I'd be happy to listen."