#mah babes ahoy

[damequeef]

Locked up

Two officers walk in, one holding an impossibly tall redhead by the arm. I rub my eyes before looking at the officers. And while not trying to yawn, I ask them politely, but with a sharp tone to show my displeasure: "Can I help you, officers? I trying to sleep as much as possible, to be able to focus on work today..."

My blue eyes focus on the redhead, who's standing there, grinning, while his bright green eyes are focused on me. The officer holding him says he's my new cellmate, and cuts me off when I'm trying to make a discussion out of it. It bothers me, but I'll live. The guy will ask for a new cellmate soon anyway. No one wants to be in with me after they hear what I've done.

While the other officer is working on undoing the redhead's cuffs, my eyes sweep over the taller's frame. His bright red hair and equally bright green eyes, contrasting but complimentary. This guy is hot. But when my vision travels lower, to the two purple teardrops beneath his eyes, I have to work hard not to let out a gasp. This man has killed before. I can faintly see the start of a tatoo in his neck. A howling wolf in a cresent moon. Fuck... Vulpes. Just what I needed.

You see, Vulpes is the biggest gang rivalling my own. And even if Yakuza holds most power, Vulpes is closing in on us. I've heard their leader is some kind of beast. A wolf himself. Well, I wouldn't know. But if this tall dude finds out I'm Yakuza, he might be slightly angry. Well, I couldn't help one of his buddies was threatening me and trying to touch me. Got what he deserved, that's for sure.

I've already been here for three years, serving a lifetime without parole. They said that I was a monster and deserve to be behind bars forever. Maybe that's true. One thing I know for sure. I don't regret doing what I did. And who knows, the boss might just bail me out in a few years, when things have calmed down.

With a displeased huff and a grunt, I lie down again, my back facing the officers and my new cellmate. I am not in the mood for a conversation, but I will let them know how much I don't agree with this: "I wouldn't place him as my cellmate, if I were you... You know what happened to the last guy that was my cellmate and tried to touch me..." And with that, I fall silent, indicating this conversation was over on my part.

I shut my eyes, my breathing slowing down whilst I hear the jailors get out of our cell. I wish I could sleep again, but that's probably a no-go. When I turn around, half-expecting that giant redhead to be on his bed, I shoot up when he's looking directly at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? It's fucking early. Normal people should be asleep right now..."

The man shrugs, before looking at me with a smirk once more, and practically purrs: "What I am looking at? Well, at my new cellie, who happens to be pretty hot, if you ask me~" With that, I scowl, and snap back: "Don't even think about it, Firetruck. Lay one finger on me, and I will cut your dick off!"

I can see the redhead has to work hard not to roar with laughter. He walks up to me, snickering, and runs a big, warm hand through my hair. Once again, he talks with a purr the moment he opens his mouth: "Oh, lighten up, cutie. I don't bite. Hard~" He then jumps up on his bed, leaving me baffled while I play with a lock of my hair. "Oh! And the name's Axel~" I hear above me, before further silence.

My mind is churning about what I should do now. Hold idle conversation with this guy? Threaten him? I mean, he is Vulpes. If he finds out who I am, he's probably not as friendly as he is now. But I'll play nice, and see where it ends up. I could at least give him my name. Maybe he recognizes it. Maybe he won't. "Roxas..." I mumble, while lying back down.

I hear a soft gasp above me, and my eyes clench shut. Shit... He recognized my name... This will be trouble... I think to myself, as my mind instantly starts churning with possible outcomes and trying to find a way to protect myself. Yet the most surprising thing to me is hearing that already familiar purr in the bunk over my head, the sexual desire nearly pouring from that voice: "Rrroxas... Hmmm... It fits you~" I hear the man called Axel say. The way he rolls the r in my name somehow sends a shiver down my spine.

As a coping mechanism, trying my hardest to not show how his voice starts to get to me, I snap back: "I don't care if it fits me. Would you please just shut up, so I can go back to sleep?" I grumble again and close my eyes once more. Though for some reason, it feels like those piercing green eyes are still staring at me.

It seems like a second passed, before an alarm starts to wail, and people are starting to wake up, talking amongst each other. The noise starts to rise, even if the voices never stop, not even during the night. But that fucking alarm indicates it time to get up, and get to work. And I am much displeased with that, which I will show profoundly. With a loud groan I get up, my brows furrowed, rubbing my eyes. I hear a loud thud besides me, and when I look up, it is my new cellmate standing besides me.

While running my hand through my own messy hair, I squint one eye shut while looking at the redhead. "Thank you for ruining my sleep. And jesus, does your hair have to be so fucking loud? It hurts my eyes...." I grumble before letting out a deep sigh. I can hear the other snicker softly, but not having the time to answer as the door to our cell opens. A deputy walks in and smiles at me, though he looks apologetic. He then turns to Axel, and points at me. "Since you two have become aquainted, you shall be joining Roxas in his work today."Another groan escapes me, but the deputy ignores it. "That is all. Now get to work." With that, he turns and walks off, not giving us another glance.

It seems like groaning is my state of mind today, as I limp to the end of my bed and grab my cane. I notice how the redhead looks surprised, but I simply shrug and walk past him while leaning heavilly on the cane. He follows me while I walk out of our cell, and when he starts to talk, his voice is not in the usual purr I've started to grow familiar with. It's soft, concerning. Not at all what I expected. "H-hey, slow down... Why are you limping? What happened?" Axel asked me.

A sigh escapes me unwillingly, and I try to fight the urge to snap again. "I got shot in the leg, and it got infected so bad, they chopped my leg off. Satisfying answer?" While walking, I run a hand through my hair again, before shaking my head. The redhead is suprisingly silent behind me. Something I hadn't really expected. When we get to my station, I will ask him why he got so quiet.

When we got to the staircase leading to the second floor where the workshop is, I let out a deep sigh. I'm used to climbing it every day, but it sucks especially when my leg won't cooperate. I let out another sigh, and start the struggle of going up the stairs. It goes slow, and it bothers me how Axel lingers behind me. Like he would catch me if I fall. "I'm not going to fall. Don't worry about me." I snap, but am once again greeted with silence. Suddenly, I feel lighter. Like a weight lifting off of my shoulders. Or like I'm walking on clouds. Walking in itself is easier, which surprises me.

The moment I reach the top of the stairs, I realize what might be going on, and look over to see that giant redhead supporting me. Without even thinking, I grab my cane, put it on the center of his chest, and push him off. I stumble to the side, and when he tries to catch me, I snap at him. "Hands off, big boy! I don't need your pity or your help. Leave it alone, okay?" I huff and turn on my heels, ready to just keep going.

When that guy called Axel just keeps standing there, staring at me, I sigh with a roll of my eyes, and snap my fingers. "Hey! Snap out of it. Now move it, or we could get into serious trouble." My cellmate blinks a few times, like getting out of a trance, and follows me with his head hanging a bit. Another sigh escapes me, which nearly causes me to sigh again, and I give Axel a small shove. "Lighten up. I'm sorry, okay? It's reflex. But seriously, don't try to pity me. I don't need that."

Axel nods and keeps following me, though he walks a tad closer by then before. "Is it hard? Missing a part of your leg? And why did you get shot? What happened?" He asked, curiosity very obvious in his voice. If he means to get me to talk about the fact I'm wih Yakuza, or trying to find out what gang I'm in in the first place, or simply asks out of personal curiosity, I don't know. But I am thinking hard on how to answer this without giving away too much personal information.

[bohemianartistickitty-blog]

Ahoy, rockin' the dress, mah babe

Saw that you are taking requests (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) how about Stretch in a dress?

I present to you, Stretch;

self proclaimed king of wearing dresses with absolutely no shame.