please ignore this this is just so I can send my long fanfics to my best friend

Info swapping. (Criminal Cael+Cop Angelo)

Cael sighed loudly, scooching forward in his chair, moving closer to the table and resting his head on his orange clad arm, he pouted a bit and wiggled his wrists in the cuffs, shaking the bolted down table slightly. He turned and looked up at the one way mirror.

"You need to tighten this table. A big strong man could rip this thing out... You should pay me for telling you that~" he crooned, a smile splitting his face and accentuating his cleft lip. He looked like a cat and was just as mischievous as one. The door finally clicked open and Cael sat up excitedly, bringing his head back down for a moment to fix his fading pink hair. The thwack of a folder accompanied by the screech of the metal chair on concrete flooring echoed in the bare room. "Hello Mr. Dang... Long time no see... I thought you promised you'd visit!" He pouted his pink-painted lips as he dragged his eyes up the figure infront of him. He looked so... Tired. Simple rectangle black framed glasses sat low on his nose, is often intense red eyes looked almost desperate. Usually tamed white locks were now tied up sloppily on the top of his head. His suit was missing its coat, the first few buttons on his wrinkleless shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his tie was loosened around his neck and hung crookedly.

"Bellé. I am... Not in the mood for it today."

"Then come back later! You're boring and cranky like this. I can't flirt with my sexy cocoa white chocolate covered wet dream when he's depressed!!"

"I am not depressed. I am stressed. Two very different things."

"No! They both end in -essed so they /must/ be related!"

"Wow. You know how to spell?"

"I'm hot, /not/ stupid!"

"I beg to differ." He pulled his glasses off and hooked them on his shirt as he opened up the folder. He paused and put his glasses back on, pushing them up his nose as he looked at the papers.

"I robbed the worlds largest bank and got away with it!"

"Yeah. That's why you're in a high security prison." Cael didn't have a witty remark to make to that, simply turning his head away and pursing his lips, looking irritated. Angelo rolled his eyes and sighed, sliding a few crime scene photos across the table to let him look. They were gruesome but Cael didn't seem fazed by them. "What can you tell me about this one." Angelo impatiently tapped one of the photos, a close up of a bodies mangled face.

"Angel baby you know I don't work for free~" Angelo leaned his head back and groaned to the ceiling.

"I hate you." He sat up and leaned over the table, Cael smiled and sat up, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. Angelo pushed his bangs up and planted a kiss on his forehead "you'll get one on the lips once you've told me the information." Cael rolled his eyes and sat back

"Well... I'm guessing this is important... And urgent. Isn't it?" Angelo growled and Cael purred at him, leaning forward more.

"It is. I need answers yesterday Bellé I'm at a lo-"

"I want a conjugal visit." Angelo narrowed his eyes at him for interrupting him.

"With who?"

"Oh don't play stupid with me Chief... You know exactly who." Angelo bore his teeth at him and gave a low growl in his throat.

"I fucking /hate/ you..." Cael tilted his head and smiled, looking at the one way mirror

"Set the room up will you? I'm not gonna wait for it!" Angelo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Set up the stupid room... Now tell me about this."

"Of course babe. Simple. That's what's his name. He's the owner of the biggest casino in downtown holly... Mr... Devermen?"