Isamu sighed, glaring over at the smiling prisoner sat in front of him, handcuffed to the chair. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, groaning.

"Babe, please.. You can't just keep committing crimes so you can see me.. One of these days, I'm going to stop defending you and lock you in jail and throw away the key. I don't care If they're not 'big crimes', that still doesn't make them okay."