Just the baby boi in general! It’s Yancy lovin’ time 💗(GIF from Markired)
smokes, but smokes in solitary because this boy knows second hand smoking is bad. He could never hurt his prison family like that.
I feel like he would host a therapeutic dance and or theatre class for the inmates. It’s relaxing and builds strength. They work their musical numbers on Thursdays.
He takes an angermanagment class. Today he got his 30 day chip for not throwing the first punch.
Yancy is smart, don’t get me wrong, but he is a slow learner. It takes him a few tries to get something down. However, once he’s got it, he’s got it for good. Yancy needs constant examples to get things. Also, he’s definitely a kinetic learner too. He prefers to “do” the action to understand it.
“Soes what yous sayin’ is, if I press this dohickey right here, it’ll take me home.”
“Yancy, it’ll take you to the Home Screen, not your physical home.”
“Oh. Soes that’s how it is, well, whats if I wanna go home?”
Phones have definitely changed since his time in prison.
Yancy is extremely touched starved. He craves the tenderness, but never admits it. Give him a hug, he needs one.
For SURE snores in his sleep. They are light snores.
If you somehow get your hands on a buckeye (Ohio’s famous peanut butter fudge dipped in chocolate), or better yet, make one for him, this boy will be over the moon. Yancy will do any favor for you, nothing too big nor too small—he’ll do it.
On visitation days, Yancy didn’t have anyone to talk to him. No friends (they’re all in prison), no loved ones, no nothin’. But now, every third Sunday, he waits for you.
He watches everyone go to their loved ones, but he waits for you. He twiddles his thumbs, head droopy until he spots your handsomely beautiful face come through the other side. Yancy smiles and his face feels warm; he’s happy. You made him happy. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy.
He likes to feed the birds in the courtyard. Anything left over from lunch he’ll squirrel away—bread crumbs, sesame seeds, corn. Seeing the birds reminds him of you. He reminisces about the time he helped you escape, and nostalgia hits him like a jab to the stomach.
Parole is coming up soon. Maybe, he thinks, it ain’t so bad on the other side. Maybe I can be free too. Yancy stands in the yard and the birds flock as he tosses the last of his bread crumbs.