Jan 12, 2019
@quint-deross
[Angel was taken to the rooftop greenhouse to pick strawberries of all things. Who the fuck wanted to pick strawberries? It wasn’t exactly manual labour for a prisoner, but then he wondered if this little job was more psychological. It wasn’t exactly the most manly job, nor the most taxing, yet the hour was going so slow he almost wanted to kill himself.]
[He noticed the other wolf looking at him minutes ago, but he could hear the guy who’d rented him out for this job talking about him to some old looking dude he presumed was there to keep him in line and decided to just let it go, till he saw it again.]
“Hey. Never seen a wolfsbane collar before or something?”