A fist curls, and it makes three sharp thuds on glass, demanding the inmate's attention. "Get up, Crane. You have a visitor."
Unprompted || Always accepting!!
“Do I now...? How strange, I wonder who it could be.” A raised eyebrow as eyes lazily travel from his book to the guard’s face. There was only one person who chose to visit him in this place, that knowledge was not uncommon, but true emotion is nevertheless hidden behind a mask of mild curiosity, at least until his gaze comes to rest on the dark haired woman.
“Ah, of course, Miss Mason. If you’ll leave us be then?”
Long fingers discreetly adjust his jumpsuit collar as he stands, a movement that could be mistaken for vanity, but merely serves to hide the fresh set of bruises that adorn his shoulders and neck. A tongue as sharp as his was as much a liability as an asset in a place such as Arkham, where inmates and staff alike were quick to anger and slow to forgive. But there’s no need to worry his visitor, she does enough of that already...
Hands clasp behind his back as he leans forward, the smallest of smiles tugging on the corners of his lips, when Crane speaks her name in greeting it’s as if a great secret is shared between them.
“Hello Maria, what do I owe the pleasure?”
