seeksfortune.

she had a seat against the wall, avoiding a spot of…something  that had pooled on the concrete floor. she’d rather ignore it than find out what it really was. the woman grimaced, almost not hearing her new cellmate speak. she shrugged, half-emulating his apathy toward the situation — however she was truly apathetic and less  ZEN.     ❛  nah…i just happen to like the interior design.  ❜

@bopnty — cont.

^{the only shift he makes is to move his forearm so it’s propped atop the knee of his bent leg.   “ could’a gone someplace less restricting, y’know. “   his answer doesn’t miss a beat.  while his attention may seem elsewhere,  his focus spans everywhere.   he considers the guard that lets her in and is the one to shut the door,  and then he arises the moment their back is turned.  several steps towards the cage wall and he gives the appearance of someone distracted.   he’s really looking for the pin entry to get out of here.}