❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ ((for warren uvu))
SUBTLE SMUT || NOT ACCEPTING / @americanlightning
Leave it to him to find a way to fuck up his own ankle during a trial. Amidst a chase with Coyle did he find himself within the shower room; though he hadn't been in one personally, he's been around a prison enough times as a detective to figure out where it'd been. A quick toss of his rig and he'd been able to get the other man preoccupied, water hitting his body whilst shoes squeak against the wet floor. Warren had managed to map out a path in his head whilst he ran, all that needed to be done was to just keep running-- hopefully the other reagents would be doing the objective whilst he kept Coyle occupied.
At least, that was the plan.
What wasn't planned was for his ankle to jut outward, forcibly off balance whilst the tendon burned and he ultimately collided with the floor. Warren could feel water all around his body in addition to the new pain burning in his foot, mind moving quick enough that his body couldn't catch up; no, he needed to keep going-- keep moving to occupy this asshole.
An attempt to rise was abruptly met with a boot to his back, sucking all of the air out of his body as he slammed against the floor once again. Whatever shitty hair product murkoff had given him was wearing out, loose strands of brown locks covering his face whilst he once again attempts to stand...and failing.
"Yeah, yeah, bet it's a real nice view from up there, huh? Your little warden is gonna die if you keep up this shit, you know."
