Warden woke up, his entire body aching. He didn't want to move, even when he realized he was curled up against his accountant, naked. His face flushed and he was suddenly more awake. Jared snoozed lightly beside him, hugging Warden closer as he felt him shift. He murmured in his sleep, saying something about dinner for kangaroos.
Warden chewed on his lip, trying to think how he could get out of the situation without alerting Jared. He blinked, mentally slapping himself. Warden made his body turn flat as he slid off the bed and poofed on his clothes and new glasses before quietly heading to the door.
Jared groaned in his sleep, his large hand pawing empty space. He let out a disappointed noise and started to wake up, but seemed to stop himself, his handsome face drawn in subtle, sleeping stress. Warden quickly slipped out, closing the door quietly before he practically ran to his room to take a needed, long shower. Hopefully Jared wouldn't bring it up later.
When the Warden finished his shower, he got dressed again and went to his office, slinking into his chair. It hurt to sit.
Jared woke up not much later, still pawing his empty bed. He sighed and woke himself up, taking a shower himself and getting dressed. He decided to lock himself in his office and do paperwork until he was needed elsewhere.
Warden still sat in his office, thinking. He rubbed his shoulder, his body still aching from the beat down he received last night. He was healing nicely, but the bruises were still there. Jared's bite mark on his neck stuck out like a sore thumb. Warden frowned, fixing himself tea out of thin air.
Jared continued to work through the day until the afternoon, his stomach grumbling angrily. He sighed and stood up, putting on his suit jacket and looking in the mirror. Just as handsome as...ever.
Warden had been wandering outside his office most of the day, ignoring everything. Even the inmate carnage didn't grab his attention. Eventually he went to the cafeteria. Same routine. He sighed and sat down at the usual table and poked at his food. he wasn't even hungry. "I thought yesterday was dull..."
Jared came down to the cafeteria, getting his tray of...food? and looking for somewhere to sit. he groaned as the "Gay table" waved him over., and seriously considered it again. But he sat in front of Warden and Alice, sullen.
Warden didn't even try anything when Jared sat down at the table. There really wasn't much point to it. he sat back in his chair and studied his gloved fingers.
Jared looked up at him finally, and blushed. Though, when his eyes landed on Alice he gave a triumphant smirk and sat a bit straighter. Warden sighed, not really paying attention as he took a drink of whatever the lunch ladies served. He thought about asking Jared how the paperwork was going, but decided not to. It wasn't like he cared anyway.
Jared turned his attention back at Warden and sighed himself, going back to his miserable tray of food. He didn't really even know what to say to the man, his boss. He'd beaten and fucked him in a span of an hour. What do you say after that?
Warden finally forced himself to eat something, trying not to think of what he did yesterday - last night. He grimaced. "I need to hire new chefs."
Jared nodded in quiet agreement, his foot brushing against Warden's beneath the table accidentally. His face went very red as he continued the touch, wondering how Warden would respond.
Warden glanced down at the table when he felt Jared's foot and frowned. He didn't say anything about it, though. No point, really. "I'm heading back to my office," he muttered before getting up and walking out of the cafeteria. He wasn't feeling right. It was probably the food. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly before he kept walking. Warden tried not to take notice to the warped vision he was slowly starting to see.
Jared went red and poked at his food miserably, but Alice turned her head to watch Warden stumble out of the cafeteria. She 'hmphed' and finished her food, uncharacteristically putting her tray where it belonged and leaving the cafeteria and Jared alone at the table.
Alice caught up with Warden. "Are you alright, sir?" she rasped without looking down at him.
"Just...fine," Warden answered, his tone not exactly agreeing with his statement. He stopped walking and rubbed a gloved hand down his face. "Probably caught something. I'm going to lie down..." He started walking again, his steps a little shaky.
Alice nodded and parted ways from the Warden, going to do her own thing while Warden went to his office.
Jared finally gave up on eating and dumped his own tray in the garbage, returning to his own office.
Warden finally landed in his office, though he found it hard to even recognize the floor. It kept looking like the swirls were moving and it made him sick. Covering his mouth, Warden hurried to his desk and sat down. He needed to calm down. To relax. Taking a breath, he fumbled in his drawer, looking for one of DL Diamond's CDs. They had always helped before.
The Twins appeared for a moment and lounged on Warden's office furniture in illogical places and positions. "Feeling...ill?" they asked, chuckling.
Warden nearly jumped out of his chair, having not expected to see their faces so soon after what happened. He glared quickly after. "You put something in that drink, didn't you?" he glowered. He never trusted them. Never would.
The Twins shook their heads, rearranging themselves on top of Warden's wardrobe and desk.
"This has been no fault of ours."
"You did this entirely to yourself."
"What the hell are you two going on about now?" Warden huffed, crossing his arms. He kept his eyes on them, ignoring the changes going on around him. Just hallucinations. He'd be fine.
"You need to go back."
"You're not ready yet, " they said with their scary tiny smiles and their unblinking eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," Warden snapped. "Get out of my office unless you want a repeat of my fist in your face," he hissed, ready to call Jailbot if he needed to. If they were threatening to take him back where he thought they meant, like hell he'd go compliantly.
The Twins snapped their fingers and rose walls that looked like the ones Warden had been trapped in before, though a simple push could topple them. "Do you remember what it was like, Warden?" they asked chuckling, making snakes and a little Doctor Jeff appear, asking how Warden 'felt' about this.
Warden nearly fell back out of his chair, eyes wide while he scrambled to his feet. He shouldn't be overreacting. It wasn't real. They were doing this. "Stop it." Why did his voice sound so small? He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, things better be back to normal. Or as normal as Superjail should be. Warden felt for his desk, gripping it before he slowly opened his eyes.
