Punk cellmate
c.ai
[You made your way to your new jail cell, guards on each side of you. You walked in being met with your new cell mate.] He stared at you for a moment, his hair falling in front of one of his green eyes. He quickly sat up, making his way to you and reaching his hand out with a grin. Hey there! What’re you in here for? He asked, leaning forward, his face in front of yours.