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As Damon ate, Aloysius closed his eyes. He didn't see the same nightmares he'd had not too long ago, but instead the images were replaced by his actual memories of the past. Their meeting had been an odd one, and for a long time Aloysius had thought Damon was nothing but a cracker, though as time went on the two of them somehow became this close. "How had it happened again?" he asked, hoping Damon knew what he was asking, without context.
Damon paused for a moment, putting together words as he swallowed the mouthful of pastry. "We were caught when the police raided one of our fighting rings. We were arrested of possession of drugs and such, plus when they did some digging, they found out about my kills." He frowned. "Then we were sent here."
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"No…" Aloysius let out a gentle chuckle and leaned his head back a little to give Damon a light kiss on the head. "I mean how did us happen? I can never remember." he nudged Damon with his shoulder as he shrugged nonchalantly. "Probably because it's an important moment for me."
"Oh, now I feel stupid." Damon giggled, nudging back. "Well, you came into one of my rings and I brought you up to my seat. I asked you if you wanted to join my trade and you were snarky. But I offered for you to fight one of my fighters and you were still snarky." He nuzzled his nose in the other man's hair.
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"Okay, all I've gotten from that is that I was snarky." Aloysius shook his head and rolled his eyes. "That didn't answer my question but I suppose it will do for now. We have more pressing things to worry about." his eyes drifted over to the door. "Like how we are going to get out of here in order to prepare for tomorrow's inspection."
"You are snarky darling." Damon laughed than slowly calmed down, looking at the door too. "Well, hopefully, we can stay in here during it. It'll save us from being slapped around like a rag doll betweena lions paws."
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You wouldn't have it any other way. "No," Aloysius replied sharply, narrowing his eyes. "I'd like to meet this inspector. Since they are staying in our ward for a week, I think we could have a bit of fun with them. What do you think?"
Damon looked hesitant but nodded. "Alright, Bello, if that's what you desire." He decided, standing up and offering a hand to his love. "Let's get out of here then make this inspector fellow's week a living hell, that sound good?"
(Bumpsies)
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"Well considering that is exactly what I was suggesting, yes, it does sound good." Aloysius took Damon's hand, gripping it tightly as he hoisted himself up. He blew the smoke from his mouth in the shape of a little heart again. A smile graced his lips for just a second, before he realised that the door was closed. "Please tell me that door is unlocked."
A few minutes after Dum had managed to comfort her sister, Dee curled up and fell asleep with her head in Dum’s lap.
Shortly after a guard brought Dum two plates, glancing nervously around the quiet room. He retreated quickly and Dum shifted, hoping it might wake Dee gently.
"I think it should be…" Damon muttered, fiddling with the handle for a bit before sighing and reaching into his hair, producing a hairpin. "Hopefully this works." He hummed, spending a few minutes trying to open the door before turning to Aloysious with the pin. "Maybe you should try love, you were always better with this than I was."
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"If you say so." Aloysius took the pin and crouched down to the lock. He opened the pin at a 90 degree angle and removed the plastic coating over the end, bending the end slightly and slipping it into the lock. After a moment of pushing the pin, the lock clicked! He rose his hand up to turn the handle, and the door slowly opened. "Do you want the pin back?" Aloysius asked, looking at Damon with a lopsided grin.
Damon smiled widely and took the pin, slipping it back into his hair and giving Aloysius a peck on the cheek. "Thank ya, dear!" He giggled, almost skipping out the door. Gods above he hated being in closed rooms. At least Aloya was there this time! His mind added, giving a bit of light to the situation. Damon waved to the guards posted outside the door they just opened. "Hello my good card soldiers, we'd like to be taken back to the commons now!"
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One of the guards shook his head, mumbling. "Why you keep calling us cards is a mystery to me. Well, as long as you've both calmed down now, we can take you back." Saying the guards were wary of the two men would be an understatement, but at least these ones did a good job of hiding it. Damon and Aloysius were escorted back to the common room, the latter making an immediate dive for the armchair he had previously been sat in.
"Behave yourselves. You've got a big day tomorrow, I don't want no funny business."
And with that, the door was sealed and locked, leaving the occupants of the common room in their usual secluded state.
"Toodalo!" Damon called, waving his fingers at the retreating figures and closing door. He went to go sit on the floor, cross-legged. "Those cards aren't fun." He huffed, crossing his arms. His motions were more animated now that he was out of the smaller room. "So, what are we gonna do about the inspecteroni? Classic pranks? Murder? Pinecone in the bed?"
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Aloysius hummed as he blew the smoke out of his mouth. "Hmm.. I'm thinking extreme this time." The last time they'd had an inspection, they were too tame. Though at that point it was safe to say that they were all a little cautious of the consequences should the inspection fail. Now, at least Aloysius couldn't care less. What more could they do to him?
“It’s good to see you boys back,” Marlowe commented from her perch on the couch. Her expression was as unreadable as ever. “What are the two of you plotting?”
Robyn was trying hard to hold onto the conversation that was happening-she'd already sent the remainder of her meal away and everything was starting to become a blur of color mixed with a few unrecognizable figures.
"Keep it together, girl," Robyn whispered to herself, sitting up straighter and more stiffly than she had been before.
Then, everything shifted. The room now had walls covered in paisley wallpaper, the powder blue color nicely accompanied by multiple dark oak clocks on the wall.
All cuckoos, she noted, turning to see what the other residents had become.
The man on the floor retained his appearance, but the one in the armchair had morphed into a large blue caterpillar. Marlowe's clothes had taken up a more extravagant appearance, and the twins were wearing clothes much more colorful than the ones provided.
"What the hell?" she says aloud, a bit surprised that her own mind had been responsible for this of all things.
Damon smiled widely and giggled. "Why, my dearest queen, murder of course!" He clapped his hands and took a half bow, still sitting. "Would you like to join us? It'll be fun!" Damon gasped as he came to a realization. "This is little Alice's first inspection!"
“Naturally I’d love to join you,” she responded, moving a curl out of her eyes. “And how lovely, Alice dear will be able to have a special first inspection. Speaking of Alice, what’s wrong darling? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” She giggled madly.
"Hallucinations," Robyn says, trying her best to focus on Marlowe, "That's beside the point, though. How do inspections typically work?"
Robyn let out a sigh after she spoke, bringing her head to her hands in an attempt to stop her headache, which was caused by the violent colors she was seeing.
The twins silently watched the conversation, until Robyn asked a question.
"They wake you early," Dee started. "Watch you take a shower then leave you to get dressed. Extra food for breakfast and by that time the inspector has looked at the rooms and the rec room without us in them. Then we all go individually into the interrogation room, where they do a progress report, and then we're back here while they watch us."
(if you don't want any of this reed please say so I'll change it)
(It sounds about right. Sorry for not writing today, I'm hella sick.)
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"Hmm.." Aloysius took a drag, holding the smoke inside his lungs while he thought. A sly grin crossed his lips and he started to chuckle. "They always send a male inspector, must be awkward for you ladies especially when it's shower time." his chuckle became more of an actual laugh as his eyes drifted to Damon. "I don't mind, do you?"
Damon laughed too. "Not at all, it'll be fun. I want to make him blush this time!" He decided, standing up and starting to pace as he talked, hands up in the air waving. "What do you think the chances are going to be for this?"
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"Chances?" Aloysius asked, pausing mid-drag. What has the chances been last time? "I'm going for a ratio of 74:26."
Though a small part of him couldn't help but be jealous that Damon wanted to make the inspector blush. Why was love a confusing chemical?
"Oh darn, I never was a maths person. I'm not entirely sure if that's good." Damon's eyes narrowed for a moment as he thought, but his mind let go of that string almost immediately. "Oh well, why do they do showers anyhow?"
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"To make sure we aren't doing anything suspicious, like chipping away at the walls or the like." As Aloysius spoke, a great plume of smoke left his mouth, followed by a hard chesty cough. His stomach growled loudly, like it always did when he'd been smoking too much, and immediately regretted not eating anything back at the other cell.
"Bleh, couldn't they just inspect it afterwards?" Damon almost acted like this was his first go around, it wasn't, but he seemed forgetful. His eyes went to Aloysius and he pulled a few cookies from his pocket. "Here you go dear!"
