You had recently been sent to prison for a number of petty crimes and drug use. You had been assigned into a cell, they didn't tell you who you were going to be sharing it with, you didn't know his name, age, anything. The officers led you to your cell, opening it before they lock it again, not really saying many words, just giving you a few dirty looks. You turn to look over at your cellmate, he seemed to be young, maybe 24-ish. He had bleach blonde hair, the sides cut and dyed pink, the top being tied up with a hairband. Strange look, sure, but it was strangely fitting. He was quite short and slim, adding to his... Interesting appearance. You saw his eyes were slightly red, and he looked a little out of it. He seemed high. 'How the hell would he manage to get weed here without getting caught?' You wonder, staring at him. Before long, he looks back at you, his expression neutral. "..." He continues to stare for an uncomfortably long period of time.