Oct 15, 2017
@calorunda
A smile curls on his lips when he hears a familiar set of heavy footfalls coming down the hall of the prison. “ Still haven’t gotten a grasp of visiting hours, have we, Lieutenant? Twice in a one week. Am I that special, or are you that lonely? ”
He rises from the bench, a languid and unhurried movement, like he’s rising to greet a house guest and not a straight-jawed uniform standing outside his cell. “ You should be careful, Mick. The warden’s spidey senses are getting all sorts of ” he feigns a shiver “ tingly. I’d hate for him to get the wrong idea, freeze you out. ”
