First Time Meetings (Joji/Filthy Frank x Reader)

It's Just A Prank, Bro

'Fuck my life' you thought to yourself. Elbows on your knees, head in your hands; you really did it this time. You were usually more careful with your "hobby", but the one day you were careless, it got you in serious trouble. You, (f/l/n), were in jail. Hopefully not forever, and hopefully for a lesser charge. It's one of your nights to go throughout town and try your best to rid of bigoted bullshit off of your streets. Spray paint, stickers, X-ACO knives, anything to scrap the dirt off of light posts.

But here you were, twirling your thumbs around until some poor bastard comes to your cell or an officer carries you away for final justice. You sighed and leaned back against the cold, stony wall. 'At least this isn't prison' you chuckled, trying to set your mood higher. But it turned to a growl and you twisted your hands into fists.

"Alright Miller, this is your third time in here in the past month. Stay fucking put".

 You raised your eyes up, seeing who was screeching at this ungodly hour. A fat cop led a skinny guy to your cell. The cop fiddles with the keys and opens the cell, lightly shoving the smaller dude inside. Your eyes lighten up. Maybe you'll be freed tonight.

"And you stay put (l/n), Judge Kox still needs to file paperwork for you."

You slump back in your seat as the pig locks up the cell and leaves. You crossed your arms and stared at the man that was still by the cell's door. He flexed his hands as he made way to the corner. He leaned on it, thumping his head on the wall. His hands went to his pockets, seeming they're looking for something.

"Ah fuck! That dick stole my cigarettes!" the man growled. He looked over at you, peering down at you. "Stretched question, but do you have any cigs?"

"Duh, of course not" you sneered. The man shrugged his shoulders, slipping down against the wall to sit on the floor. "And besides, I don't smoke."

"What a fucking shame." he scoffed. Jeez, what a dick. And what's up with him sitting on the floor? What a loser. But thankfully he's not trying to spark up conversation with you or being extremely annoying. You had to focus on yourself and how or when you're getting out. Oh god, how are you gonna tell this to anyone? What if you miss work? Will your friends send a search party?

You look over to your right, and you noticed a being on the bench next to you. Oh hey, dude moved.

"So?" he said, watching you with curious eyes. What? What did he mean 'so'? Was he talking to you this entire time? "So....So what are you in here for?"

Oh, oh yeah, you're kinda in jail.

"Graffiti and destruction of public property" you said in a weird, funny accent and large finger quotations. The man across from you waggled his eyebrows.

"Ho ho hooooo, looks like we got ourselves a gangsta!" he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and straighten out your posture. "Who ya in with?"

"No one, besides maybe a few anarchists on the internet" you faced him. "I was defacing racist bullshit, like I do every Thursday night."

His smile dropped, more turning into a confused look. "Really?" You nodded your head. "Jeez that's lame. But kinda cool, I guess. At least you're doing something productive."

Your lips curled up. Just take it as a compliment. Your eyes focused on him more, noticing the ever so slight of a grin on his face. His face structure was elegant and gentle, the floof of hair on top of his head made him look funny, and his casual but sporty clothes. Nothing over-the-top: blue button-up, slacks, and tennies. There was a pair of black sunglasses in his pocket and some.... spaghetti sauce? You did a up-down look of him, seeing more sauce and wet spots on his clothes.