Don't Worry, Darling, I Will Make It Quick [Rin&LoneDigger]

[♠[Rin]♠]

 

Name: Aleksander DeNelli.

Age: 27.

Height: 1,72 CM.

Hair colour: platinum blonde.

Eye colour: lavender.

Skin colour: pale.

Nationality: Russian.

 

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When you go to prison, the colours are torn out of your world by force. Everything becomes grey, it gets a lot colder and most objects and persons around you are a potentional danger. There has never before been a place fuller of questionable people in your life, and right now, you are one of them.

Honestly, though, Aleksander hadn‘t been to a prison before. The ride in that stupid yellow bus had sucked already. The other newbies had been as annoying as one can be - a mixture of braindead towsers, squeaking scaredy-cats and those who claimed innocence. A few had been talking, exchanging stories about how they had gotten a sentence and how long their stay would be, while others had just looked out of the window with a bitter expression on their face. The building had finally come in sight and the moment he had left the vehicle, the air was different too. It smelt, even outside. When they had entered the prison, the stench had grown worse. Aleksander couldn‘t really complain, though, because the Sankt Marianne Prison had been the best he could find, the rest hadn‘t been an option. There was no high-class prison, there was no reason for one as well, but just saying.

The newbies were brought to a mostly empty hall, which wore the same colour as the buildin‘s outer walls: Grey. The tiles on the ground didn‘t look clean at all, the white lines in between had long ago turned brownish. A wide double door in the colour black was at the other end of the room, guarded with two more jailers, and with a scanner next to it in the wall.

One of the so-called „chief guards“ was soon to enter the hall and introduced the rules to new inmates, though he didn‘t bother asking if everything was clear, before the criminals were ordered to form a line. Everyone was handed a folded pastelorange short-sleeved shirt and pants, a white T-Shirt and a pair of worn out shoes on top of the slim clothes pile. Metallic noises filled the air as the handcuffs were now being taken off everyone‘s wrists carefully, and with their hands full, the newbies were ordered to walk over to the double door in the exact line they had formed. Aleksander was somewhat impressed that nobody had yet broke formation, then again, he wasn‘t.

The chief scanned his badge and a deafening buzzing sound howled through the hall. One of the guards opened the right half of the door and the line of inmates went through.

 

Inside, the cold didn‘t waver, nor did the grey. The corridors were still colourness, the tiles on the floor were still dirty and some spots of the the walls were adorned with dried dark red spatters. Looked like blood, to be honest.

At the end of the corridor, the line was split into three, leaving approximately five inmates for either one guard, now that they were separated into different sectors; upstairs, further ahead or through another door. Aleksander joined the line walking upstairs.

„Your cell numbers are printed on your fashionable new outfit,“ the guard spoke, though his voice was so husky and filled with hatred that his sarcasm didn‘t come through at all. Upstairs, they walked along another corridor, but now there were cells on both sides. Right now,they were empty - so far as Aleksander knew, it was Lunch time.

„Put on the clothes and hand me your old ones.“

Aleksander played along for now. It wasn‘t his goal to cause a riot or trouble for himself, so he checked the cell numbers the moment the guard halted, indicating they had reached their destination, and soon found his new little home. He walked through the open lattice door and set the received items onto the white bed.

„You gonna watch us?“ one of the other inmates spat.

„What‘s the problem, pussy?“ the guard answered. „Afraid of showing your tiny dick? Get it going or I‘ll send you right back where you came from!“

„I ain‘t changing in front of a fucking asshole!“

Aleksander didn‘t see it, but he could hear it. The guard didn‘t take it well, no matter how childish the conversation had sounded. He casually stripped to his underwear and slipped on the white shirt, while in the cell behind the wall right next to him, he could hear the familiar sounds of fists meeting flesh and bones. Cracking filled the air soon and painful hisses and moans added to it. Aleksander was about done with changing, when the guard left the cell again and shouted towards the staircase: „Get a fucking paramedic team here!“ Then he turned back to the other inmates. „Are you done already? Don‘t waste my time.“

„Chill, dude…“ One of the rather softer men answered, his hands lifted in a defensive manner. The guard collected the newbies‘ old shoes and old clothes and then nodded his head towards the staircase. „Follow the corridor until you get to the cafeteria. It‘s Lunch time. You‘ll find a plan if you are smart enough. Free time until eight, lights out at ten, and I fucking mean ten.“ His grumpy words left quite the tensed atmosphere for the remaining new inmates and he looked everyone in the eyes before he simply turned his back to them and left.

„Creepy asshole,“ a redhead said.

„Hey, I don‘t belong here, I ain‘t shitting around,“ the defensive guy from earlier said. Carefully, he stepped out of his cell and peeked into the one next to him, where the beat-up man lay. He was still on the ground, unconscious, blood running from his nose and redness covering his cheeks and eye.

 

Aleksander wasn‘t interested. There was a special reason why was here and he wasn‘t going to waste time, after all he had around three months. Remaining here for longer might increase the danger of being found out by the wrong men.

He left his cell and passed the other inmates by without looking at anyone of them. On his way downstairs, two paramedics crossed his path on their way up, though they were nonchalantly talking and laughing about something. So much to finding help in prison.

The path to the cafeteria was a little longer than expected. In fact, the prison wasn‘t as small as one might think. It harboured a modern gym, an appreciable library, big showers and a remarkable TV room for the inmates to use in their free time.

Aleksander walked through another pitchblack double door and was temporarily blinded by bright, white ceiling light. He narrowed his eyes and hissed silently. The scent of food stroke his nose and for the first time, it was a comfortable smell. As soon as the white dots in his view disappeared and he could see clear again, his glimpse wandered around. It was a huge hall, bigger than the entrance hall from before. Countless tables with benches attached to them were squeezed together to fit as many people as possible. Guards were walking around like tigers here and there to check the current situation.

 

Lavender eyes soon found what they were looking for… The noises of silverware clinking, plates being set down and lifted up from wooden tables and the general mumble inside the hall merged together into a silent blur. The person Aleksander had his eyes on was currenlty on his way out, or more specifically, walking right towards the blonde, who stood in front of the double door like a mountain in a storm. And he didn‘t even move when the person of interest came to a halt in front of him. The height difference was impressive, the strength difference remarkable.

 

Aleksander put on a playful smile, and though it was a smile, it looked rather mischievous. „Hello.“ He didn‘t think of this to be easy. The other wouldn‘t run into his arms by his own free will, Aleksander knew exactly that he had to put some effort into this. A man who had spent the past five years of his life in this shithole was probably not happy to make a friend, but that thought just made him snicker. It was somewhat funny to him, yes. All of this.

[LoneDigger]

One more year. That's how much longer he was stuck in this hellhole. But could he really call it that anymore? Of course it was awful here, but things hadn't really been so bad. He had learned his lesson? Debatable, but five years was the deal and being on good behavior around certain guards meant things were going very smoothly for the ex criminal. Just let a good thing be, but if he had that least bit of common sense then he would have never ended up like this. And things were about to get a lot more complicated, even if he didn't know it.

When others approached him it could mean one of two things, but this guy seemed to fit into another category of his own.

He wasn't coming over to pick a fight, maybe he was looking for protection? He was kind of small, but there was some kind of underlying intimidation factor. Purely because he couldn't guess what this guy was in for, and he hated the feeling of unknown. That's on thing life in prison did for him for better or worse was create a strict routine that was never broken, and if someone dared to even try the consequences were severe.

So the much larger dark haired male made his decision, he refused to make eye contact with the new guy. Usually he would stare others right in the eye as some kind of primal dominance thing, but right now his body language was showing clearly that he was not even the slightest bit interested in the blond, even if deep down he couldn't help but be curious, in a way.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Though it looked like his target was just about to walk right through him, Aleksander remained standing in his way. His grin didn‘t waver and the sparkle in his eyes looked like the one of a cat ready to jump at a prey. „Do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the bees?!“ he asked along, crossing his hands behind his back and tilted his head a little. It was the most ridiculous question with a little bit of truth in it, but it only served to see what his target had become after spending five years in prison and isolate from civilization. It wasn‘t like he was ever going to return to a normal life, Aleksander had way different plans for the raven.

 

„I mean, I personally think that nature is underestimated anyway! There‘s not a tree in the yard here! It‘s a shame!“ The blonde sighed over-dramatically and then actually dared to take a mini-step forward and go on his tip-toes right in front of the other, however he still wasn‘t even close to the raven‘s height.

 

„You are so quiet.“ His voice suddenly sounded very different, his tone resembled a silent threat, as if he challenged his counterpart to say something. Additionally the look in his eyes turned somewhat empty, not fitting the cheshire-cat-like grin on his lips at all. It was a rather weird combination, but at the same time it fit him.

[LoneDigger]

At first the man didn't say anything. He wasn't about to dignify the other with any kind of an answer to such a ridiculous question, but when the little freak dared to get in his face he was suddenly the one answering with some questioning of his own.

 

"Well are you an idiot? I hate those, so I suggest you get lost."

 

Honestly that was the polite way of saying fuck off, but that was part of the program here was learning to speak more 'civilized'.

 

At a closer glance it was evident that the man's hair was not black, but in fact a very dark shade of brown. It had used to be lighter, but the lack of exposure to sunlight had taken the dark copperish hint right out of it. He'll, at this point anyone would call it raven hair.

But his eyes were more interesting, they were a deep green like a pine Forest.

[♠[Rin]♠]

The smaller one‘s grin widened as he heard the answer of his counterpart. He remained in this position for just another second, until he went back down onto his heels and shrugged his slender shoulders. „Well, where are you planning to go then?“ Really, he had nothing else to do. He had two months in here, or else his assistant would be furious and get him out of here. Within that timespan he had to convince the other to follow him. If he had to force him, that‘d be alright too, and if he had to kill him eventually, that wouldn‘t be a problem as well, but it would be sad and much time and effort would go to waste then.

 

„Why don‘t you let me keep you some company? You look so left behind. Like an abandoned dog. Pretty sure that‘s not the case though. By the way, what‘s your name? And what‘s your favourite fruit?“

[LoneDigger]

"Why don't you go bother someone else?"

 

Kaiser tried again to give this guy the hint that he didn't want anything to do with him and his nonsense in the nicer way, but he didn't know how much more he could put up with this gentleman act. He'd really just like to shove the light haired male into the ground or spit on him. Something unsavory like that or another. But he wasn't supposed to go there when he was so close to his freedom why mess it up making friends, or even worse enemies with the wrong person?

Not that he was too worried about him, he seemed really fucking deranged which could be concerning, but he wasn't going to make any reasons.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"I really wonder how long you'll be able to keep up with your nice-guy-act," Aleksander responded. He crossed his arms nonchalantly and his smile grew way darker, almost intimidating. "I like your rough nature, there's nothing wrong with that. But I guess you are behaving well because of the freedom you seek to grasp in a year. That's no problem. I undertand that. I'll go and bother someone else. Have a nice evening." With those words, he stepped to the side, out of the other's way. He even gestured to the door, as if he was offering him to go first. But all in all he was still watching him attentively, even if it felt way less pressured now. He had gotten a first impression of his soon-to-become-partner and it had been satisfying enough. Isolation did this to a person, it was perfectly okay. He didn't need any deep connections. He wouldn't need them in the future either.

 

This prison was just a stopover. He had much more planned for Kaiser's future than one might think. Of course, he couldn't just expose it to the other. Three months wasn't exactly a lot of time if you considered that he had to build up some sort of bond with him first. A bond strong enough to follow him. What were the options really? Rehabilation of ex-criminals was shit in America. In Russia, his target would be able to start over. But he could only tell him that in the right moment, some time in the future.

[LoneDigger]

"Who me? I can play this game all fucking day. Don't try me."

 

He was going to say it, but somehow it only echoed out loud in his head but the words never reached his lips, it was all in his gaze that spoke what he thought. The other guy had that sort of vibe too, like why pay any attention to his voice when his gaze was screaming something else?

Oh, well. He really didn't have time for this. So he continued on as if nothing strange had happened at all. In a way it wasn't really unusual at all, others were either afraid of him or trying to become friends for protection. But he wasn't having any of it now that his time was almost up. With any luck this place was big enough he'd never run into the blond again, in fact he had already forgotten about him.

[♠[Rin]♠]

The next day arrived pretty fast and pretty uncomfortably. He wasn‘t used to standing up from a bed this uncomfortable and he could feel it in his back instantly. Aleksander dragged himself onto his feet and got ready for the day. Rollcall was the first thing in the mornig, and after that, he was on his way to breakfast with the other inmates of his cell block. Morning seemed to be the time for unfriendliness and silence, as the cafeteria hall was quiet and filled with tension the moment he entered it. However, he couldn‘t care less. If someone were to rub him the wrong way, he would just gauge his eyeballs out with a plastic spoon.

 

With his tray in his hands and the disgusting food on top, the Russian advanced into the ocean of people sitting at the countless tables and benches. His gaze soon fell onto his subject of interest; the ravenette, or brunette, from yesterday. Saldy enough the table he was sitting at was quite full already, so Aleksander committed to the easiest thing ever: He took his plastic fork, aimed quite skillfully and threw it at the guy sitting opposite to Kaiser. The fork hit him on the head and he instantly twirled around to find the culprit. „What the fuck!?“

The moment his gaze met Aleksander‘s, the blonde pointed at another inmate who was about the same size as the twoser he had just thrown a plastic silverware at. The victim rose from the bench growling and stomped over to the unknowing ‚culprit‘. „What the hell, can‘t even enjoy the fucking morning!?“

 

Well, while those two were busy, Aleksander snaked his way through the endless rows of wooden furniture and was quick to reach the table where his target was sitting at. He took the now free place right in front of Kaiser.

 

„Good morning,“ he said, smiling, though it really didn‘t look like genuine happiness. Maybe he really wasn‘t in his right mind or maybe he was just playing. „Did you sleep well last night?“

[LoneDigger]

Kaiser couldn't help but glance up from his slop which was called breakfast, he was used to it by now and food was food, but he was hardly sure it could even be considered edible if it weren't for starving as the latter option.

From the looks of him, it didn't appear that the man had lost any sleep at all over yesterday's... interaction. He seemed fit and alert as ever, if not a bit pale but that was just his complexion and again, lack of proper sunlight.

 

"... You're the same guy I told to get lost. Hm? Was that just too hard for you?"

 

His tone held this mocking to it, like he was being pitiful towards the other but in a very vicious way. He could have cared less really, but now he was determined to show this new bastard that persistence and pure annoyance got nowhere with him.

He was a patient man, if he could make it this long in here then he could ignore the pestering

[♠[Rin]♠]

The blonde put on a rather faked surprised look and tapped his chin, as if he would genuinly think about the other‘s words. „I must say… my memory is a little bad~“ He jokingly said, the grin returning to his lips.

Aleksander took the plastic spoon into his hand and poked around in the mess that they called food here. „It doesn‘t matter. I like unapproachable people, or at least who act like it.“ Lavender eyes shot a knowing glance at the brunette, but he didn‘t address the topic any further.

 

„What‘s your plan for today? I heard you are the type to follow routines. I personally like the library the most, it‘s the only silent place and books are my favourite companions for some alone-time.“

 

Squishing a piece of potatoe, the Russian pierced it with his plastic knife and put it into his mouth. The taste was … salty. Americans really couldn‘t cook, could they? Well, they weren‘t as bad as the English, that was for sure, but that fact wouldn‘t help their lack of skills. Most of the fast food he had eaten in his life during his New York trips in the past had been fine, probably because he hadn‘t gone to McDonald‘s but to an expensive restaurant instead.

[LoneDigger]

"Why would you say that? Unless you are talking about jacking off then I had no idea they had those kind of books."

 

Kaiser teased mercilessly, as if matching the other's ridiculousness. But maybe he didn't realize just how serious the other was being in his nonsensical nature. He really wasn't used to these types, crazies were common in here, sure. But this was a whole another level of bullshit going on. Speaking of shit, the food here really did taste like just that. Truly awful, but sometimes you get get used to winter when all you have is more winter to look forward to, something or other like that.

Great, now the other's insanity was starting to rub off on him...

[♠[Rin]♠]

Aleksander gave the other a pouty look. „Are you making fun of me for being a bookworm?“ However, it was only a facade, because the dark smirk returned to his face immediately. He stirred the various kinds of foods on his plate together with his fork, though without taking his eyes off his counterpart. The other was talking to him and giving somewhat logical responses, even if they sounded silly. But it was a step further to his goal.

„I like the author Oscar Wilde a lot. His novel ‚The Picture of Dorian Gray‘ was fantastic to read. His way of critisizing society and social standards is engraving. While I am here, I might as well work on a biography of him, that will kill some time. I‘ve always wanted to do study his life and more of his works a bit more, but I never had the time to do so. But to return to your kind of standards…“ he continued with a mocking voice, „I am not a fan of the alone-time you are speaking of. A partner would be very appreciated, but sadly this shithole is filled with idiots~“

 

The Russian picked a few peas out of the meal and added a piece of potato before he ate it. Afterwards, he leaned a little to the side, resting his elbow on the table. „What about you, Mr No-name?“

[LoneDigger]

So the guy was a bit of a picky eater, he was noting the way he shoved the peas aside and always went for the bits of potato first. He glanced down at his own plate which had already been cleaned and he hadn't even bothered to try and distinguish between what was a meat or a vegetable, he just ate it to live. It wasn't like he had any other menu options either.

Though Kaiser was hardly listening to the other go on about books, he really didn't care for reading that much and it was boring to him to even pretend that he was interested. But... that would fall under the category of having bad manners so he continued the conversation. While shifting it in a direction he preferred.

 

"Really? Then you shouldn't have any problems fitting right in~"

[♠[Rin]♠]

Chewing his vegetables, Aleksander tilted his head a little at the other as he spoke. He swallowed and then burst out into a genuine chuckle. His target had humour, what a light in the dark! He really had picked out the right one six years ago. A trained towser with a sense for teasing.

„Now watch who‘s talking,“ the blonde answered smirking, „The grump made a joke! Do you like putting people down like that? You seem a little more alive now that you‘ve indicated that I am an idiot by using my words against me.“

He separated a piece of meat from a potato cut it into half. Then he placed three pears ontop of it. He ate the potato first, then put the meat with the pears on his fork and put that in his mouth.

 

„You also look bored, by the way,“ he continued after swallowing. „Am I boring you? How impolite of me. You know, you can choose a topic for your conversation, too. I am kind.“

[LoneDigger]

"It's rude to bother someone when they are eating, don't you think?"

 

But the truth was that Kaiser had already finished his lunch long ago and was just wasting time here, maybe waiting for something more exciting to happen. He didn't want trouble now that he was so close, but hey a little something here and there the guards wouldn't notice. Especially if there wasn't too much blood. When was the last time there had been a decent food fight where the last time some guy stabbed out another's eye with the fork? They had been banned after that incident, but it was so long ago the kitchen staff seemed to forget the rules and plastics made there way back, though the real silverware had never returned.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"But... you are done already. I am the one eating, so teeeechnically it would be rude of you to leave." Eating another piece of potato before a decently cut piece of meat, the Russian tilted his head to the side a little. The other was really being stubborn, but that was fine, because Aleksander was dying to see the other's true nature. Sure, he regretted killing that lady five years ago, but just being able to do such a thing and then surviving in an American prison spoke for the brunette. There was some roughness in his nature. Aleskander would hate to have chosen a pussy to be by his side. "Pray tell, how long do you still need to be here? I assume you'll love to eat normal food after you've left this place." It was not like that would ever happen, but he was just being polite at this point. And bored.

[LoneDigger]

"Why do you even care? Guess you could say I'm not that picky. But yeah, in a way."

The male mumbled, wanting to just get up and leave the freak to finish his... lunch or whatever. But there was something oddly intriguing about the blond, even if Kaiser refused to admit the fact even to himself.

No, this guy was just a nuisance and should stay away from him. He didn't need any more friends in this place and plus he'd be gone soon enough.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Because I am a kind person! I care for the people around me." Aleksander sunk his hand down to his chest, laying his flat hand on the spot of his heart and tilted his head a little to give the other an innocent look. However, it was empty and meaningless. The only two things he cared about were himself and Kaiser. Afer all, the brunette was his pet.

Lavender eyes went up and down, studying his counterpart attentively, and it didn't take long for his lips to curl into a mischievous smile again. What kind of pet would Kaiser be? A dog? A guard dog? A grumpy cat? No, a panther. Yes, a panther or a cheetah. A collar would suit him well. Nothing much or too noticable, just a black leather choker with GPS and the letter 'K' in gold on as an indication for his name.

 

Wether it was possible to force the other to wear it? He liked challenges. He never thought about losing, though, because he was usually a winner. He hadn't tried to manipulate a full grown, trained adult into wearing a collar however.

 

Aleksander soon returned to reality and straightened his back. He set his silverware down on the tray next to the half-filled plate. "Well then, I am afraid I need to go." It wasn't getting late, it was just lunch time, but he had noticed that reading in peace in the library made time fly by like it was nothing.

[LoneDigger]

That was the most blatant lie if he ever heard one. Especially in a place like this. You didn't exactly get locked in a high correction facility for being sooo caring of others.

He knew the other was full of it, that or his first suspicion of just being plain stupid or disturbed, probably both.

Kaiser didn't fail to notice either that the other seemed to be checking him out, what was he looking for exactly?

From the way his eyes were scanning he was guessing something like a boyfriend, only right now he was taking any offers.

Or so he thought.

 

"Not only are you full of shit, but you're also a faggot? How nice."

 

Kaiser stated bluntly with a smile of his own, but there was no warmth in it either. This was prison after all and why should there be? This guy was just getting on his nerves when he should just be focusing on staying out of trouble until his time was up.

 

"Right, you go and jack off to your fantasy novels in the library. Nice talking to you~"

 

His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he made a point to have the other leave first since this was his table and he wasn't going to move for anyone. Even pesky little bastards who couldn't mind their own business.

He won't last long in here...

The thought suddenly popped into Kaiser's mind and made him smile a bit. Yeah, this guy would be gone on a stretcher in a few days.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Hm?" For the first time, the blonde looked genuinly confused. He blinked a few times, trying to think of a reason for being called a homosexual in such a vulgar way. But it only took him a moment to understand. "Ah, I see. You know, those who say such things are mostly just referring to themselves. And aside from that..." His voice grew low, as the Russian set both hands on the sides of the table and leaned down to the brunette. He didn't really need to bend his back that much due to the difference of height between him and the American. Their nose-tips almost touched and Aleksander stared deeply into the other's eyes without a sign of fear or cowardice. "I am handsome enough to get whatever and whoever I want." His voice was filled with self-confidence, but he didn't remain in this pose for too long. Instead, he pulled back and stretched his arms above his head. Having sat for so long didn't feel very good in the back.

 

"Whatever you dream of in your free time, Grumpy." Aleksander replied with the same heavy drop of sarcasm. He rose a hand for a wave and then finally circled the table to leave the hall.

 

- - -

 

The next day came pretty fast. The morning-bell hit the Russian like a basket of cold water. Following those ridiculous prison rules was a waste of time. He really missed the luxurious room and his pet snake in Moscow. Oh, and his bed. Because as he sat up, his neck was even more tense than yesterday. With an uncomfortable growl, the blonde dragged himself out of bed and left the cell for roll-call. When that torture was finally over as well, he brushed his teeth, combed his hair and washed his face.

Today was going to be a little more action-packed. He had spent yesterday's evening with getting to know certain people whom he thought of were going to be useful. The fact that Kaiser was easy to annoy was a huge plus, too. Things were going well so far. If not, he'd murder someone.

 

The information Aleksander had gathered so far was crystal-clear. There were so-called "lower-ranks" and "higher-ranks", who were easy to differ. The higher-ranking inmates were the dominant ones and the lower-ranking inmates bowed their head, or were forced to bow their head. Aleksander was somehow familiar with that concept, given that he had to do with the Italian mafia in his free-time, who understood no jokes whatsoever. Homosexuality wasn't a crime anymore nowadays and it was a firm way to remain controlled and in safety. In higher position in the underground it was a necessity to stay out of everyone's radar, so prostitues and whores were hardly an option. And the other thing - which nobody liked to admit - was the fact that women were powerful beings. Pregnancy was an insta-kill. Those females knew exaclty what they were doing, and not only did they use men but also other women to keep themselves out of the men's radar as well. It was a twisted game played by everyone. However, Aleksander wasn't exactly a fan of selling his body to anyone. He wasn't going to accept some douchebag's hands on him.

 

It was the earl afternoon that Aleksander once more had his eyes on Kaiser. His panther was walking down the corridor, maybe he was on his way to the gym, but who knew. He didn't care either, instead he quickly advanced forward to catch up on the brunette and walked beside him. "Hey! Did you sleep well last night? You look much less done with life today." Was a compliment? Maybe. Maybe not.

[LoneDigger]

"What the hell do you want?"

 

Kaiser wasted no time in cutting straight to the chase when it came to other's approaching him. Which frankly didn't happen very often at all and the fact that the little Russian didn't seem to understand those rules was really starting to piss him off. Everyone else tended to avoid him like a plague unless they were wanting a favor, and to get one from Kai came with a very heavy price. It was how he had survived this long, and this comfortably in prison. He wasn't about to have that change just because the new guys never seemed to get it until something painful or humiliating happened to them to learn their lesson.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"If you are asking genuinly, then..." Aleksander's gaze traded up to the ceiling as he walked, his hands folding behind his back. "I'd say a second pet snake. But you see, my current one is sort of a bitch. She doesn't really like others of her kind. And I also want cheesecake. I haven't had one in month because of work. Oh, and I also want a new pen really bad. I broke my old one accidently, you see?" He babbled along, following the brunette to wherever he was going. Aleskander hardly cared for their destination as he had studied the prison before coming here. He knew most of its construction and also the safe ways out, but he was going to play the stupid newbie until things would finally get serious. Oh yes, a little massacre sounded good at this point. The guards couldn't care less in this hellhole.

 

"What about you? You've been here for five years now so I don't think you put materialistic value over everything else. But is there something you seek?"

[LoneDigger]

"I wasn't, but I can see that I wasn't wrong about you at all."

 

Kaiser smirked to himself as he continued to head for the gym. The other had been right about that much, exercise was one way to let off excessive aggression 'in a way that doesn't hurt yourself or others'. How many times had he heard that one? It wasn't entirely true, despite the whole point of being here was to reform criminals. Sometimes the double standards, especially when it came to the system the guards had, was hypocrisy at it's finest.

Somehow he couldn't imagine the smaller male working out in a gym. He had already established he was a reader so he should fuck off to the library.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Aleksander's eyes lit up like the ones of a cat ready to jump at a prey. "So you've been thinking about me? That's cute." His remarkable grin went from one ear to the other. "You know, you can avoid all my questions all the way you want, but I just won't stop talking. Just a fair warning. I am a very talkative person when I feel like it." That was a straight-on. He valued little words and more action. Titles and promises meant nothing if they weren't strengthened by actions. The more he talked, the more hollow his sentences became. There were things Kaiser didn't have to know, for now. For example that he knew his name.

 

"So, since you are not telling me your name, what should I call you? Any suggestions? Would 'Grump' be fine? Or maybe 'Snow-White'? You kinda resemble her."