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Prison Slang Ratchelle= A nurse House/Cage= Cell Seg= Solitude Confinement Cellie= Cellmate Playing on ass= Gambling without money
"Next time, can you not hit my face?" Lorenzo said. The male on the side of him merely benched while his roommate lingered, sitting down on a chair.
"But you got a lot of attention from Y/n." He riposted, lifting the weights on one of his hands as he repeatedly let out breathes each time he pulled it up to his chest.
"Attention? Oh you mean her becoming my own ratchelle." Lorenzo teased while he gently pulled on the corner of his lips. "Maybe next time you'll find your own ratchelle." Lorenzo declared.
"Or maybe I'll take her instead." Hajime muttered under his breath, Lorenzo hummed out trying to hear what he said. The leader shook his head about it.
"Oh Lorenzo~ Please, more~, Faster~" A familiar prisoner whispered in Lorenzo's ears as he was pretending to be the female. His face suddenly became a red tomato and he folded himself over his legs, still in pain but he would rather be in agony than show his excitement.
"Really, Theo?!" Lorenzo shouted, shoving the other prisoner away from him as they both laughed.
Meanwhile Hajime quickly walked off, soon enough closing a closet door behind him as his mind began to imagine her in an impure image. Wild thoughts they had together. Remembering how he got some of those scratches on his back. Is he suddenly falling right back in love with her or is he missing a woman's touch?
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5 weeks later- - -
"Hey, Y/n." Lorenzo replied, stopped reading upside down on his top bed. Hajime hummed out thinking about his next card to put down.
"Oh..hey, Lorenzo." Hajime pretended to be Y/n. He greeted the silver haired male.
"Why did you say 'oh' like that?" The Angelo asked, now facing the older male who merely stopped his game to beam at him in threatening manner.
"I don't know. Maybe she's annoyed or bothered by you at that time?" Hajime shrugged his shoulders before placing a card down, waiting for the next person to go. The silver haired male threw the book he was reading to get Hakima whole attention.
