Every day came the same noise, the sliding of metal frames on a concrete floor. They scoffed as the stood by the cell, knowing exactly what it was and who did it. D-Day had slid his glasses under the laser gate to get their attention. His hazel eyes met theirs when they looked over, smiling awkwardly.

"Hey man, I lost my glasses again. Can I have them back?"

He asks, tilting his head so sweetly. He'd been doing this since they had been assigned here. He was smitten with them, always trying to get their attention. Anything to get them to just look his way. He blinked those wet, round eyes so adorably, trying to entice them to give him attention.