Oil And Water - VI X Caitlyn

Understandable Messages - PT 2

"Okay — I'm going to begin. Answer honestly, and in the best way you possibly can, okay?"
VI had nodded.
"Alright, number one. Who are you related to?"
VI stared at the ground while thinking.
"Powder. I'm related to Powder, and Vander. Our mother had died when we were children." She answered. I wrote down her answer as fast as I could.
"I knew you were related. How long has it been since you have not seen her?" I began to get more invested into asking her questions.
"Well, she'd probably be around.. sixteen? Seventeen? And it's probably been.. Fourteen years since I saw her."
"Noted."

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I continued asking her questions and each question I asked, she got more on the defensive
side. It made me wonder if she was sensitive about talking from her past, or if she was not willing to answer my questions. Most prisoners do that.
"VI, may I ask, why are you in prison?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, cupcake."
Cupcake? Seriously?! Cupcake?!
"First off, I am not a cupcake whatsoever. My name is Caitlyn Kiramman. Just like I'll address you as VI, address me as my name."
"Hmm.. I like cupcake better."
VI pushed her hand out, and between the cell bars to push my accessible hair around my ear.
I pulled away and brushed my hair with my hand. "Watch your hands.. and keep them to yourself. You know how this could end if you proceed, VI."
My tone stayed very furious when I talked to her, just to make sure she heard me loud and clear.
"..."
VI stayed silent, but her expressions changed very quickly.
I could see she was examining me.. slowly and carefully.
"VI, I will come back in fifteen minutes." Taking a turn and pulling out my cellphone while I was at it. I called my boss and let him know that my plan was to bail VI out of jail. I had a reason and I would supervise her the entire time. My boss gave me the money and I went back to the front desk to bail her out. Holy shit.. 57 pages of paperwork? I tried my hardest to keep my cool while filling it out. Around a half an hour later, walking back to her jail cell was a hassle. God, it smells like a rats nest in here.. how can people even breathe in here?
"VI, I'm back."
She turned to look at me after hitting a punching bag. Sweat drooled down her forehead when she turned at me, making me feel different.
I felt so, so different around her.. the way she looked at me made me feel a different way.
"I bailed you out of jail, cmon." Placing the keys upon the lock and turning it, VI walked out of the cell like she was some sort of locked away princess. I followed after her like a royal servant.

I think I found the one.