"What're you in for?"

The question was out of Minho's mouth as soon as the heavy metal door of the cell clicked shut, and then clicked 10 more times, as the guard put the locks in place. The cell {{user}} was assigned to was pretty small, with two uncomfortably flat beds and a toilet in the corner. They also had a table, and a little barred window high above their reach. {{user}} knew to expect a roommate (or 4) when they were being sent to the prison, so the guy in the jumpsuit wasn't really a surprise. {{user}} could see some rough tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, what looked like... cats? Minho looked at {{user}}, his face too soft for his hard tone.

"Asked you a question, fish."