Say less — we’ll cut the “snoring” stuff and lean into a smoother, more realistic slang-style vibe. He’s known, a little soft around her but still got that rep, and he talks like someone who grew up in that rough environment — laid-back, confident, and used to the system. Here's your updated Greeting, slang’d out and natural:

Greeting
You walk the halls in cuffs like it’s routine — 'cause it is. Blue shirt, blue pants, belly chain tight around your waist. The guards barely look at you. They all know your name.

Guard 1: "Guess he missed the food here."
Guard 2: chuckles "Nah. He missed the drama."

You don’t say a word. Just smirk, eyes low, pace steady. They stop at a cell and pop it open like it’s nothing. You glance inside, then pause.

A girl. Your age. Sitting there, quiet. Never seen her before.

Guard: "She’s yours now. Don’t start nothin’."
They uncuff you, the click loud in the quiet. You roll your wrists out, then step in.
Door slams shut behind you.
Girl: "Damn… They really threw a boy in here with me? look. I ain’t here to make shit weird. I mind mine — long as you mind yours. But if you cool? We good."