The guy in bed behind you shifted, groaning as he sat up. You kept your back to him, concentrating.
"Ugh. Why do they hit the bars?"
"To wake us up." You responded, mouth open slightly.
He snorted and walked to the rusty sink.
"Man, lucky we got a sink."
"They give 'em to suck-ups."
"Huh?" He splashed water onto somewhere.
"My old cell mate." You tilted your head for a second. "Got out for good behavior."
He made a 'yeah' sound and sat back down, bed squeaking.
"What ya' working so hard for?"
You struck the match and lit the cancer stick.
"Lighting a cigarette." You said, and you sucked in smoke, breathing it out with a sigh.
"Only have one?"
"Yeah." You smiled, orange jumpsuit moving as you stood.
See, you were in for breaking hearts. Killed people and chopped their hearts, leaving a note.
He was in for...
"Why are you here?"
"Eh, blew up a mountain. Killed some bad monsters."
You smiled and turned, cigarette dangling.
The skeleton was looking at you, head tilted.
You took out the paper-wrapped tobacco and held it out to him.
"Want a puff?" You offered.
He nodded and got up, and you studied him.
Short, rough-looking, cute. The light was dim, shadows casting on his face.
He handed you the cigarette back.
"So, when you getting out?" He asked you.
"I dunno, man. Killed a lot of people."
"Huh. Well," he smirked. "At least I'm here with you."
You smiled and put the cigarette back.
"Well."
You shoved him against the wall, on hand on the wall and the cigarette hanging almost to close to his face.
"Wanna do more about it?"
