A day with the Man [ bwwm ] | DISCONTINUED

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PART 4
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Prison changes a person. At least that's what Primo thought. It makes you more aware of your surroundings, more acute to your senses. But it also makes your feelings, whatever it be, stronger as that would be the only thing to fuel you to survive. That's what Xalia was to him. She put him there, but let's not forget Percy, his own twin. Plotting to put him inside jail. He didn't even stand up for him!

Primo couldn't help but notice "Mon Jasmin Noir" in the air. She was here before me. He almost didn't see Tory walking up to him and slapping his back whole heartedly.

"Primo! How you been? I haven't seen you in a long time, my friend."

In the peephole, Xalia could see Primo hugging Tory back but what Tory didn't notice was the way Primo's eyes searched around the room, looking for something. When his eyes got to the painting, it stopped right in the centre, like he was looking directly at her which caused her to take a step back.

Like he knew exactly where she was.

Once Tory moved away from Primo, he could see a lot of things that had changed for him. He had additional tattoos, ones that covered nearly his whole body up to his neck and his hair was out grown in the middle but cut short at the sides. Needless to say, he was looking like the same old Primo.

"How have you been?"

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When are they going to finish talking? Xalia thought. They'd caught up, talking about Tory's life and what he's been up to, discussing his dresswear which included his red shirt. Then they moved on to Percy, how he was and what he was doing without Primo by his side. It was a long talk once it got to Percy. Almost like Primo was gathering up information on him for later use.

Xalia gasped and took a step back. Unbeknownst to her, Tory and Primo had heard a gasp but Tory, to his knowledge, was the only one who knew where it came from. Why was she gasping now? It's not like they were doing something cringe worthy. Oh God, Tory internally face palmed. I'm sounding like a pubescent teenage girl.

"Did you hear that? It sounded like a gasp." Primo innocently inquired, even though he knew exactly where the sound came from and from who.

F**k, he's pretty observant now. "I didn't hear anything. Maybe it's just the wind or the air-con."

As Tory looked down oblivious, Primo gave a small smirk towards the painting behind where Tory sits. A Rembrandt. Nice. Something that you'd appreciate but not enough to take a long good look at it. It was the first thing that caught Primo's attention. First, it was fake. Nobody in their right mind would place a hole in an authentic Rembrandt. It's like sacrilege. You just don't do it. Primo then mouthed the words 'Did you get my message?' towards the painting and he heard another gasp. Gotcha.

"You didn't hear that second one then?" Primo pressed on, determined to get an answer from Tory.

"Nope."