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I want to kiss you again, Bridge thought to himself, reaching up to gently comb some of Scipio's hair back into place. Instead, he merely shrugged. "I don't know."
I want to kiss you again, Bridge thought to himself, reaching up to gently comb some of Scipio's hair back into place. Instead, he merely shrugged. "I don't know."
"We already snuck out yesterday, so we probably shouldn't again… I dunno. Any ideas?"
Bridge waited for a second, not saying anything, until he caved quickly and leaned over to quickly kiss Scipio. Pulling away, he shook his head. "No…no ideas."
Scipio's face flushed a bit again, but he didn't draw attention to it. "Alright… I'm sure we'll find something to do."
"Probably," Bridge agreed, sitting cross-legged as he did. Although he would never say so, he was happy he was the reason Scipio blushed so much now.
"Maybe the guards will bring in a new person today? That could be interesting."
((I hear you got a job?? I forgot to wish you luck on the interview!))
"A new…new person, or new guard?" Bridge asked, looking over at him curiously.
(Aa thanks ^^ I work at an ice cream place now)
Scipio shrugged. "Either could be interesting. I like to mess with new guards, and new people always have fun stories."
((Ooh, snazzy!))
Just as he had said so, a guard walked past. He looked rather new, and Bridge at least didn't recognize him. He looked younger, too, maybe only eighteen or nineteen.
"Speak of the devil and he shall come." Scipio smirked. "Hey, you! Why don't you come in here? Don't worry, I probably won't hurt you so long as you don't piss me off too much."
The guard looked back, a little surprised at first, but then put on a cocky smirk that almost matched Scipio's. "Oh. It's you. They told me about you…Scorpion, is it?"
"Call me Scipio if you want to live. Who are you?" Scipio examined the new guard curiously.
"King. Luka King. You're…Scipio, and who's this?" Luka asked, gesturing to Bridge, who was sitting close to Scipio with his knees pulled up to his chest again.
"Bridge. Last names aren't important. When did you show up?"
"A couple days ago," Luka replied, leaning against the bars. He looked over at Bridge curiously, raising an eyebrow. He certainly didn't look the type to commit any crime.
"Well, I hope you're equipped to handle people like me." Scipio smirked. "Wanna know what I'm in for? Or did they already brief you? Usually they just tell newbies to steer clear of me."
Luka waved a hand aimlessly. "Psycopath. Mass murder. I know what I need to."
"Wonderful… What all did Dave tell you? Bastard hates me… although the feeling is mutual and elevated."
"He told me you speak Italian. Steer clear of you, or knock you out if I feel like it." Again, Luka glanced over to Bridge. "So what'd he do?"
Scipio examined Bridge for a moment before shrugging. "He doesn't really know either."
Bridge shook his head a little, speaking rather softly. "I…I don't know."
Luka shrugged, tilting a head at Bridge. "How'd the looks come around?" Of course, he was referring to Bridge's white hair, golden eyes, black freckles and pale skin - although he did find it sort of cute.
"Genetics, dumbass." Scipio glared up at Luca. He's got no right to question Bridge…
Luka raised an eyebrow, smiling a little. "Interesting…genetics, then. Can't imagine what he'd do to get in here, huh?"
Scipio gritted his teeth, moving closer to Bridge defensively. "Whatever it is, it isn't any of your damn business."
Luka shrugged a little. "I'm the guard. But if you say so." He leaned back against the wall, observing Bridge silently while keeping an eye out for Scipio. He was cute.
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