@jailbrxaking
Again it was every god damn fucking day with these brats! Hajime was going to die young at this rate. Sometimes it wasn’t just once a day it was twice a day or sometimes even more. He had two of the brats, the glutton under his arm while he held the lock pick by his cloths like a puppy. The green haired one was being led by Seitarou. At least the blond wasn’t here, he could carry three but he’d rather now. Somehow he felt like he’d seen them all get out.
Hajime kept trying to convince himself maybe 11 had wandered back, or he was just starting to see them all everywhere. However as they arrived back at cell 13 to find it empty the vein on his temple started to twitch as he threw 15 and 69 into the cell. “WHERE IS YOUR CELL MATE!?” he exploded “Seitarou, go get on security and find that brat!” he said, watching his guard salute him.
“Sir!” Seitarou said before running off.
“You three, stay your asses in here!” Hajime said, slamming the cell door.
