Riley crossed her arms, she hated this place. She was the newbie, but she already felt like it’s been an entire year. When she enter, and spider got on her dress, she kept it as a little pet, she named him Jim. He lived under her bed.
(I'm sorry I forgot to specify, but could you write more than that. Three sentences at the least.)
(Lol sorry I will fix it.)
"Hello little Alice." Damon purred, suddenly standing behind Alice, looming over the short girl. "I see you have a spider, may I play with it?" He asked, blinking innocently if you didn't look hard enough, he would seem like a childish man, nothing more.
Jim jumped onto Damon’s shirt.
Riley smiled awkwardly. “I guess he really likes you… and my name is Riley… we don’t need those titles…”
Damon moved the spider to his hands, holding it carefully as he studied it. "Why? I like the titles, they pull everything together." He hummed with a sideways smile, scrunching his nose. He moved one of his fingers to rub over the spider's head.
Jim purred like a cat, nuzzling it’s small head against Damon’s finger.
Riley sighed. “I still don’t understand why we’re hear… or me for that matter, I didn’t do anything wrong besides all the attempted murder.”
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"Stop terrorising the girl, Damon." Aloysius slowly drifted past the Hatter, blowing a ring of smoke from his lips. He gave the two of them a look of disinterest, especially the girl, and made himself at home in the black armchair in the corner with a large book. Ever since being sent to the ward he had found a new sense of peace within him, a happy place, but his time of peace never seemed to last long, especially when Damon was around.
Damon rolled his eyes and twisted the spider's head off, crushing it between his fingers with a small sound. He flopped onto the floor and looked at the ceiling. "Ah yes, I'm sure it was only attempted murder dearie." He purred. "You don't get sent here for only an attempt."
Riley watched emotionless as Jim’s body fell on the ground. “You’re right…”
She kneeled down and poked at Jim’s now dead body, some blood squirted out. She watched it trickle on her finger.
Damon sighed dramatically and stood up, walking to his couch/chaise/throne thank you very much. He sat in it and twirled a small nail between his fingers. His couch was near enough to Aloysius's hair to lean his head on the armrests, so he did just that.
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"Will you too stop acting crazy for a moment and talk like ordinary people rather than mindless killers." Aloysius looked up from his book, blowing more smoke from his lips as he narrowed his eyes on the Hatter and Alice. "Or at least be quiet so I can read my book in peace."
The hatter frowned and stuck out his tongue. "I do not act like a mindless killer, I act like a mindful killer, thank you very much." Damon let out a small laugh and moved to lean his head on Aloysius's arm.
Riley stopped poking the dead spiders body and got up. The common room had a couple beds, there was an empty one, no blanket, just a thing of hay. She walked over, brushed off her dress and sat down.
(There aren't rooms, just a large common room. They get cells only at night, but they're locked untill then. I'm so sorry for not mentioning it.)
(And this is your second warning about not having three sentences at least.)
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Aloysius closed his book slowly and leaned his head down towards Damon, smoke flowing out as he spoke. His blue locks fell over the two of them, almost shielding their faces from another's view. "Is there something you're after, Hatter? Or do you just wish to lay on me for the pleasure of it?"
(Lol sorry I’m in class)
(I fixed it btw, sorry for the inconsistency.
"I'm bored and you're comfortable!" He sang, smirking. Damon inhaled a bit of the smoke and didn't show a reaction, not coughing. The man had built up a resistance to the smoke in his throat after a while of working with the other.
(I think I ship it, why so suddenly help.)
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The smirk on Damon's lips caused a sly smile to grow on Aloysius. "I'm comfortable huh? You know you can just sit on me rather than my arm, right? My lap would probably be more comfortable than an arm anyway." An eyebrow raised when Damon took in the smoke, and he was half in mind to give the Hatter the rest of his joint. But then again, he wasn't allowed another one for an hour so was it really worth it?
"Is that an invitation darling?" Damon responded, turning his head to look Aloysius in the eyes with a series of innocent blinks. "I would rather spend the next few hours sitting in your lap before the guards give me that sedative tea." He laid a hand dramatically on his forehead.
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"They're still making you drink that crap?" Aloysius clicked his tongue in disgust, glancing up at the door. A guard stood outside it, keeping watch. None of them were going to escape any time soon, so what was the point? He chucked the book onto the floor, making sure it landed smoothly so the pages wouldn't get crumpled, and patted his knee. "Come on then, if that's what you want then I'm happy to oblige."
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(Le bump?)
Damon got up from his seat and went to go sprawl across Aloysius's lap, pressing a large kiss to his cheek. He really only did that with his former partner in crime, now partner in prison. He made sure the kiss left a big black lipstick mark on the other's cheek and laughed. "Yes, they do. It's a shame that the drugs mask the taste of the tea. They weren't created properly."
(Le bump?)
(Sorry bud, I was in class.)
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(Ah it's okay! Sorry, I keep forgetting that it is school time for you guys)
(Yup, boring ol' classes for us.)
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Damon got up from his seat and went to go sprawl across Aloysius's lap, pressing a large kiss to his cheek. He really only did that with his former partner in crime, now partner in prison. He made sure the kiss left a big black lipstick mark on the other's cheek and laughed. "Yes, they do. It's a shame that the drugs mask the taste of the tea. They weren't created properly."
Aloysius' hooded eyes seemed to grow even more tired with the half smile he gave in response to Damon's kiss. "You're washing that off." he murmured, in reference to the lipstick print on his cheek. He took another drag from the joint, blowing a love-heart shaped cloud in the direction of Damon's mouth. It was times like this that he couldn't figure out whether fate was with him or against him—what were the chances of him being caught at the same time as Damon, and being put into the same ward as him. He was either very lucky, or extremely unfortunate. "You know you don't have to drink it right.. I'm sure there is a way around it."
