Probably NSFW. Just throwing that out there.
-D.O.C
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"So, you're saying, that my court date has been moved?"
Mark nodded, absently, eyes still glued to the Minecraft game he was playing, 'Dammit, Wade. Parkour doesn't work like that!'
Scott bristled at being ignored, but he forced himself to stay still. "Hello?!"
"Yeah, yeah. It's been moved. Instead of, what, seven more months, it's going to all go down in three." Warden Iplier snapped, patience running thin. He took another gulp of his drink.
'Looks like grape soda, but I can tell there's something else in it.' Scott rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "You're a drunk."
"And you're treading on thin ice here, buddy," Mark said, "Besides, it's only when I play Minecraft."
Jund blanched. Since when did cops have such crazy hearing? "Can I go back, yet?"
The warden hissed, slapping his keyboard away. "Zombie! How can you be on his side?!"
Scott groaned, "Hey! I asked you a question!"
"I know you did." Mark sobered, abruptly, scaring the younger guy. "But, I have a few questions, for you,"
"About what?" The inmate whined, shoulders sagging. He was tired as hell.
"You and Snake Actual," the warden leaned back in his chair, removing his glasses and polishing them on the edge of his shirt, "I just want to know some things."
Scott stiffened, perking up to glare. "You mean that asshole that you put me in with?"
Mark perched his glasses on his nose, cocking his head, "I didn't do a thing! I'm hurt that you would think that low of me!" The sarcasm was thick, and Jund found himself wondering just how the guy had gotten his strange sense of humor.
The warden, however, was suddenly occupied with his enormous Batman-themed chalice of fruit soda and grape vodka.
"To be honest with you, Mr. Jund, Snake has never lasted more than a few days with a cellmate." He took a another swig, "We've all been delightfully surprised!"
"What do you mean by that?" Scott glanced at the door. What would happen if an officer walked in while the warden was getting shitfaced?
Mark, back on the computer and haphazardly placing black wool blocks, replied, "Well, Snake beat his last cellie to a bloody pulp."
Coughing, Jund shifted in his seat, "For what?"
"Oh? So you think he had to have had a reason?" The other man's attention was immediately captured, and he abandoned the game, "Why is that so?"
'This guy is too observant. I wonder if he's like that when he plays games...' Something told him that wasn't the case.
"Well, he couldn't have done it, if the other dude wasn't giving him a reason to."
"Why?"
"He tried to start stuff with me, the other day, but he stopped." Jund shrugged, impelling himself to keep calm. This was giving him the chills.
Mark nodded absently, fingering the rim of his cup, "So, you're saying that he's attempted to harm you, but he stopped himself?"
Scott nodded. He was starting to get bored, again.
"Let me just tell you this; Snake doesn't know the meaning of, 'self-control,' when it comes to physical violence." The man smiled grimly, "He really can't stop himself, once he gets going. He really does have incredible stamina."
"So, what's his story?" This was getting interesting, once more.
The warden looked around them, as if there was people listening to them, "I can't do that... legally."
"Well, it's obvious that you aren't exactly a saint, in the legal department." Scott gestured to the Batman cup, on the desk, in front of the other.
"Very true," Mark rubbed his chin, "Mr. Jund, if I tell you the basics about Mr. Actual, you can't let him know. It will only complicate things for you, as well as myself."
"You have my word!" Jund was excited. What if there was embarrassing information about the douchebag? Oh, he couldn't pass this up. He just had to get dirt on the guy.
"Alright. Well, his name, as you know, is Snake Actual. We have a file on him... but, it's very slim. All we know is that he was part of a very elite agency, he graduated from a prestigious military academy when he was just sixteen years old, and he moved to the area when he was eighteen. That's as far as it goes."
Scott sighed, "Well, that was so interesting."
Mark, on the other hand, looked as if he had just shared the secret of life with him.
"I'm sure you'll find it interesting, sometime."
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When Jund was returned to his cell, Snake was busy exercising.
He was working on push-ups, but he stopped, when Scott was walked in and uncuffed.
"What did the warden want?"
"He wanted to know why you haven't killed me, yet." He laughed, snagging his blanket from Snake's bed.
The other raised a brow, "Because you don't deserve it?"
"That what I said!" Scott exclaimed, collapsing on his bunk, curling up under his blanket.
'This blanket smells like Snake,' Jund scrunched up his nose, but he didn't kick the sheet off.
"Campbell."
"Hm?"
The blanket was pulled away, and Snake continued, "I'm pretty sure that he asked you other questions. It wouldn't have taken so long, otherwise."
'So observant.' He thought sourly, "He told me about you."
Snake stiffened. "What?"
"Did I stutter?"
The larger man glared, but threw the blanket over him, once more. "If I were you, I'd tread lightly."
Jund burrowed down into his pillow, finding that Snake didn't smell all too bad. He smelled like the plain soap they were given, but he also smelled a bit like cigarettes. It wasn't a very offensive combination.
But, when he voiced his train of thought, Snake barked a rusty sounding laugh, shocking Scott.
"If I had known you love the way I smell, I would've started sleeping in your bunk," He chuckled, flipping through the newest shipment of novels.
"I don't love it, I just... appreciate it." Scott frowned, face heating up. "I mean, half the dudes in here smell like ass!"
"Whatever you say, Soup." Snake teased, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
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Maybe Flirty!Snake will start making appearances.
Snake and Scott are definitely going to start cracking jokes, and becoming friends.
Relationship status: Pending
-D.O.C
