group
Aloysius took the cookies gratefully and almost swallowed them whole. When was the last time he'd eaten?
"They have to inspect during shower time, it's protocol. I don't mind though, depending on the inspector there is every possibility of them A, joining you in the shower, or B, having a nice old conversation with you to lighten the mood."
Damon walked around for a moment before giving a small hum and he dramatically laid back on Aloysius's lap. "The last inspector was okay, he liked my riddles." His mouth turned to a frown. "He won't come back again, will he? He got boring so fast."
group
With his arms tight around Damon, Aloysius buried his head in the crook of the other's neck, breathing gently against his skin. "They never send the same one twice, I've noticed. Perhaps to prevent any shenanigans."
"Good," He huffed, leaning against Aloysius. "Then it won't get boring. What type do you think we'll have today? A Cheshire? Maybe another Card Soldier?" Damon's eyes lit up. "Maybe the king of hearts! Those ones always get nervous!"
group
"Which ever one we get I will never be able to take them seriously." Aloysius gently rubbed his nose against Damon's neck, tightening his hold. "Which one will you have more fun tormenting?"
"I don't care, which kind will you have more fun with?"
It was almost strange to see the two like this… Almost domestic, well, as domestic as they get. They were insane after all.
group
"Depends what you mean by fun." Aloysius chuckled, smoke drifting through the air around their heads. A million thoughts rushed around Aloysius' mind, so many that he wasn't able to think clearly at all and so was saying the first things that came to him.
"I dunno, I had fun with the last ones, I think. I don't remember much other than the last one." Damon shrugged before breaking out into a small fit of laughter. "I just want to get more tea, even if it's not as good as the ones we make at home."
group
Something dawned on Aloysius, and for once he sobered up a little. He laid the butt of his joint down on the chair arm. “Hey, Damon? Do you think we will ever return home?”
Damon's eyes grew dark, he looked like he used to for a split seccond, still insane, but dangerous. "At this point, one can only hope. But I doubt we'll be getting out on good behavior."
group
“Would you want to get out of here, given the chance?” Aloysius asked, turning his head to the ceiling. He could vaguely remember what life was like outside of those walls, and in reality he missed the freedom. But he didn’t want to go back alone…
(would you guys rather continue this as a one on one or should I jump back in?)
(You can jump in!!! I'm traveling RN so my response won't be here for a bit.)
