🦋How Much I Feel🦋

Polpo

You start the day as normal, waking up relatively early to do who knows what to get your mind ready for the day. Unfortunately, today would require an extra strenuous mind exercise, to prepare for the ever approaching meeting. You still had your heavy doubts, but cast them aside as you focused on your current main goal. Pass the test. Once again, easier said than done, but you'd find some asspull. You always do!

You gnaw on your 10th bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, praising the Lord for your fast metabolism. An alarm beeps softly on your watch as you tense up, that last bite threatening to come right back out. Even with all the mental hype you gave yourself in the mirror this morning, it still hasn't prepared you.

At the very least, your father gave you some info on what to expect the night before. He hugs you tightly before you leave, stressing how careful and meticulous you must be. You enter your brother's car and begin your tedious drive to the prison.

Upon arriving and safely parking, you exit the car, nervously getting yourself together as you approach the entrance. Multiple officers stand idly by the large, heavy duty metal detectors. You can't help but to become wary of just who you'll be seeing, but it's not like you'll need to tell him everything about yourself, according to the guy yesterday, he was notified as soon as you took the card!

A woman pats you down and performs all necessary procedures. You're eventually cleared before you're asked who you need to see. "P-polpo?" You ask, as if uncertain. The officer rolls her eyes. So many youngins always come to see him. She wonders if she should look into it, but she doesn't get paid enough honestly. She goes over the whole spiel, thick bulletproof glass, no touching, no giving or taking items, and 15 minutes max.

She points you down a hallway directly to his cell with no guards or anyone accompanying you. You're a bit thankful for that, though, otherwise even getting the lighter would be damn near impossible.

As you look into his cell, all of your nerves diminish as you realize he isn't even there...or so you thought. The bed in the corner turns into a fucking human and a large one at that...

"[L/n], huh? You're the 4th in your family to come here, you know that? Your grandfather's a trendsetter! But of course, I never knew him." he said as you stand wide eyed, mouth agape at whatever the hell you just witnessed. You quickly swallow your nerves and begin to speak.

"Yes...thats me. [Y/n] [L/n]...I assume you've already been told about me from that guy?" You ask as he snickers. "Of course! Speaking of, would you like some wine?" He says as he pulls out a bottle from a mini fridge with an assortment of things inside. Was that always in there? You shake your head at first, though accepting a sip. A little sip can't hurt...besides, the guards can't even see me! You think as you take a small sip of the wine. It tastes bitter yet sweet. Perhaps you're growing accustomed to the taste after years of small sips from your parent's drinks.

He snickers as he leans back against the wall, content as he snacks on his own...fingers!? You're appalled by what you see as your mind races with second thoughts about all of this. Something catches your eye in the corner of the room, but when you look back, all his fingers are intact and holding...a lighter? Uh oh, the lighter...time for the test. Did you have faith in your ability to pass? Not at all...you didn't even have a game plan for how to get it past the guards...

"When choosing from a list of candidates...what would you consider to be the most important quality, [Y/n]?" You raise a brow at his question, surprised sure, but not knowing what you really expected. You look up in thought. "Hmm...perhaps what they can do, or how they'll contribute to your cause...?" You say, a bit uncertain of your own answer, but rolling with it.

He smirks deviously at you from behind the glass, his striking appearance growing more striking..
"Oh? And how will you contribute to passione, hm? What can you do?" Fuck...