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Nov 23, 2017 07:42PM
Junko pulled back just enough to look up at Aylor's face, their quick surprise melting into amusement upon seeing the hands covering the man's face. They laughed brightly, even needing a moment to compose themself. Still giggling, they reached up and gently pulled Aylor's hands down, though they could only reach his lower forearms. They smiled up at the man, unable to compose themself. Aylor was just too cute. He was so pure and particularly gentle with them. Though it may be too early to say it aloud, they felt treasured by Aylor. "Thank you, Ayli-senpai," they giggled. "Oh! And be sure to tell Castyn-senpai, for sure!" Their brows furrowed in determination, their lips in a cute pout.
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When he noticed their hands reaching up towards his face, he quickly closed the gap and shut his eyes. He didn't fight against Junko's grip, knowing they were much stronger than he was anyway. It took a few moments before Aylor opened his eyes to peer down at Junko and returned his smile- despite it being unseen. "Welcome," he murmured softly, feeling embarrassed but his hands still ended up subconsciously moving to grasp Junko's. Aylor's blush died down and he tilted in head to the side in confusion. "Tell Castyn?" he asked while hiding his smile at their adorable expression.
Junko nodded quickly, their bangs flopping on their forehead, their braids swaying. "Yes! He was teasing me, Ayli-senpai! I don't even get why," they complained, huffing. They weren't aware of their own attractiveness or cuteness. They couldn't understand why they had been teased, though it sure seemed like Castyn was fun doing it. "I slipped-up and said that I like you, and then he started teasing me about it, Ayli-senpai!" It took them a moment of huffing and pouting to realize what they had just said. Sure, they'd asked Aylor out on a date, but they hadn't gone out and said that they liked him. Their cheeks regained that bright crimson color, their ears going back in embarrassment. Frantically, they waved their arms on either side of them. "F-f-f-forget that! E-erase it! I w-w-wanted to do it p-p-properlyyyyy! Forget it, forget it!"
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Aylor was looking down at the adorable guard when they let it slip about the whole liking Ayli. It didn't click at first but as Junko realized what they had said, Aylor put the pieces together about what they meant by liking. His eyes were wide and red sneaking up past his mask and down his neck. It was a moment later when he sank into a crouch, hiding his face. He was overwhelmed with feelings he didn't really fully understand besides an overwhelming amount of happiness.
Neria was hysterical, as much as a fox demon could be at least. It didn't help that Junko had looked so adorable when they realized what they said.
While Junko was pleading with Aylor to forget about what they said, Ayli was trying his hardest to remain human. Neria recognized that something was wrong and got up, nudging him with her nose but a moment later Aylor was not Aylor anymore.
He's briefly explained his ability to Junko during one of their many conversations over text. However, it was vague and he said that he could change his appearance to whatever animal or human he'd seen before and that when his form was an animal, he was an animal as well. He, fortunately, did mention the fact that his brother seemed to be the only one that can bring him back to normal once in animal form.
Ayli currently was a little white hedgehog by Neria's feet. Curled up into a little ball and hiding its face.
(Totally not squealing. He is too fn cute)Junko's first thought upon seeing Aylor curl into himself was that he didn't like them back. Their arm-waving, frantic rambling continued, tears welling up in their eyes at their panic. But when Neria moved, they couldn't help but notice. They crouched in front of Aylor, sniffling shyly. Just as they muttered, "A-Ayli-senpai..?" and touched his shoulder, he poofed into what at first seemed, nothingness. The easily-spooked kitsune jumped hard, whimpering and shaking for a good thirty seconds. Their hands, which had slapped over their face in their fright, slowly lowered so they could look down at what Aylor had become.
Jun burst into a panic. Aylor was absolutely adorable in that form, not that he wasn't already, but they had no idea what to do. "Ay-Ay-Ayli-s-senpaaaaaiii~!" they wailed. They frantically pulled on their braids standing and pacing until the conversation they'd had with Aylor came back to them. Gasping, they skid over to Aylor and carefully picked him up, cradling him carefully against their chest. The hedgehog Aylor could hear their heart racing. "N-Neria-chan...?" they offered, holding down one arm for her to climb onto their shoulders.
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The loud noise coming from the human only had the hedgehog curled up protectively in its own little ball. Despite Aylor's ability that could be incredibly useful if not for the fact he loses a lot of his ability to think as his brain shrinks to match its new body. Ayli was tense when Junko picked him up, the little thing trembling and it didn't help that Junko's heart was racing. Fortunately, though, Aylor did relax eventually in their grasp.
Neria looked at Junko and simply got up from where she sat and turned, flicking her tail and began to walk. She only paused for a moment to look back at Junko expectantly. It would take too long for Junko to hunt down Castyn by himself whereas Neria was contracted to him. She knew his location all the time and the other way around. It was good Ayli was simply happy otherwise he probably would have shifted into a much larger and more dangerous animal. If that was the case, this entire area would need to be shut down and everyone locked behind sturdy doors.
Junko was too panicked to even feel hurt for Neria not climbing up on their shoulders. They allowed the demon to lead the way, gently petting the hedgehog's head, trying both to soothe Aylor and themself. Ayli-senpai's a hedgehog. Ayli-senpai's a hedgehog. Ayli-senpai's a hedgehog. Ayli-senpai's a hedgehog...! Why..? Did I do something wrong? He probably doesn't like me that way, right? He probably doesn't. I probably freaked him out. What if I disgusted him?! What if he hates me now?! Petting the animal that was Aylor did nothing to help their self-depreciating thoughts. They only trembled harder, the tears that had been pricking their eyes starting to slip silently down their cheeks. The stares as they passed other people didn't help either.
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When they got closer, Castyn realized that Aylor was in fact with them, just in a tiny, animal form. His eyes widened for a moment since then it was rare for Castyn to become such a small animal and something that wasn't threatening or deadly. He strode over to Junko and Aylor, his gaze on Aylor, concerned about this entire development until he realized that Aylor was a simple hedgehog that was curled up, sleeping at this point, in Junko's grasp. It was quite cute.
"Junko, I need to know how he was acting before his transformation," Castyn instructed, looking at the panicking guard. "Relax, you probably did nothing wrong. Ayli transforms when he's feeling intense levels of emotions. Usually, it's anger but this in no way is a creature resulting in anger," he tried to assure the small guard.
Junko was in a worse state by the time they had finally found Castyn. They were shaking hard, their ears flat on their head and the fluffy tail curled between their legs made them trip often. Their eyes were red from crying, as they still were when they came to a stop in front of Castyn. "H-h-h-heee....he haaates meeeee," they wailed, shifting Aylor into one arm so they could rub at their wet eye with their now freed sweater-paw. The poor kitsune was on the verge of hyperventilating. "I-I-I s-slipped u-u-up-p and told h-him...that...that I l-l-like him... And th-then he k-kinda just...c-curled up...on the floor... I-I-I w-went to ch-check on h-him, and....and wh-when I t-touched his sh-shoulder, he...he poofed into a hedgehooooog...!" It was painfully obvious that, no matter how funny it may seem to Castyn, if it did, that laughing would only make Jun's condition worse. At this point, they had their eyes closed, one sweater-paw still rubbing at the corner of their left one. Their shaking seemed to only get worse, their ears pressed back flat against their head, their tail trembling between their thighs. "C-...Castyn-senpaaaaiii~!" they cried.
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"Just breath, Junko," Castyn instructed them, "you're going to frighten Aylor if you keep this up. Right now, he's only an animal," he warned Junko gently and as calmly as he could. He wasn't overly good at dealing with hysterical people.
"Aylor doesn't hate you, probably the opposite of what you told me. He probably changed because of how happy he was. His ability is a bit stupid in that sense," he tried to educate.
"I'm going to take Ayli now, I need to bring him out, okay?" he said, trying this whole slow and patient thing but it wasn't really his thing. He did take Ayli from Junko and moved away from Junko to lessen his influence on Aylor so he could snap Aylor out of it. He at least knew how to do that much.
Castyn began talking to Aylor, the earlier tense hedgehog eventually relaxed as its eyes remained glued to his brother. Castyn sat down on the floor then, putting Aylor down in front of him. The little critter went to dart off but a simple instruction from Castyn had it remaining in spot. Aylor soon laid down as Castyn told him to. Lulling him into a state of peace to calm him enough to be able to shift back.
Neria sat by Junko the entire time, looking rather bored. It wasn't the first nor last time this happened. It was more entertaining when he was a wolf or something.
It took a little bit of time, but eventually, Aylor was laying where the hedgehog once was. It looked like he was unconscious and fortunately clothed. How that worked, who the fuck knows.
Junko flinched hard upon having Castyn snap at them, their hand slapping down to their side and their eyes flashing open in fright. Shaking harder, hiccuping from surpressing their sobs, they handed Aylor over to Castyn and then stepped away. Trying to stay quiet as to not scare the hedgehog Aylor anymore than they already had, they leaned against the wall and sat on the floor, leaning against it. They pulled their legs up to their chest, covering their mouth with their sweater-paws and trying to keep their crying silent. Despite what Castyn had told them, they couldn't help but feel as if they had messed up royally by telling Aylor about their feelings for him. All they did when Aylor became himself again, was glance over, though they visibly wanted to do more.
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Speaking of said baby boy. Neria got up and wandered over to her friend, sitting down beside his head and began tapping his face with her paw to wake him up. Junko was making her rather antsy and she wanted him to fix it. Plus, she liked the new friend. They were nice and gave her attention.
Aylor was up soon later, stirring and moved his face away from her paw. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and adjusted his mask a bit. He couldn't recall what was going on... until his gaze landed on Junko. His eyes widened at the realization and a blush lit up his face. That's what happened. This time around, he was a bit more level-headed and kept a lid on how happy he felt. Neria hopped onto his shoulder before he got up, running a hand nervously through his hair. "Sorry," he murmured softly, looking at the ground, "I.. was really happy... when.. heard you say that..." he murmured, a bit brokenly from nerves and shyness. It was still quite the challenge to keep his feelings balanced.
(*They. Not him)Junko continued to cry and tremble despite what Aylor told them. "B-but...you o-o-only told me...that h-happens when you g-get m-m-mad," they whispered, their voice muffled by their hands and the sleeves that covered them. "Y-you...just... And... It sc-caaaared meeeee!" They ended up wailing, releasing a sob that they had been choking down in Castyn's presence. Their eyes clamped shut and they covered their tear-stained, flushed face. "It m-m-made me think...you haaate meeeee!" Their voice was muffled due to them covering their face, but that didn't hide the pain and fear that made them sob yet again.
Jun had never let themself get attached to anyone, both because of their trust issues, and simply because other people were judgy and a hassle. Aylor was special to them, and they supposed that soon Castyn would be as well. The simple idea of Aylor coming to hate them hurt them more than they could have ever expected. It was that which made them pull their hands away from their face and leap at Aylor, burying themself in his chest. "Please don't h-hate meeee," they begged, their tiny body shaking harder.
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Aylor felt an immense feeling of guilt tearing at him with Junko's words. "I've only had it happen then," he murmured softly, knowing it was a weak explanation but it was true. Ever since Castyn found him again, he hadn't been happy to the point that it was literally something he couldn't contain. He'd only been scared or angry when he occurred and so that's what he thought was the trigger. He didn't know for sure if it was the result of extreme experiences of emotion and without confirming it he didn't want to say something that could end up being a lie.
"I'm sorry Jun," Ayli whispered. The last thing Aylor ever wanted to do was scare them. If only he had more control over his ability like Junko did. His eyes widened at the mention of making them think he hated them. He was shocked and desperate to let them know the truth.
Before Aylor could go to them, which he was about to do, Junko already lunged and clung to him. Without hesitation, Aylor hugged them tightly, rubbing light circles on their back. "I.. sorry Jun-ko.... I don't hate you... could never hate you... think I... like.. you, too..." he stammered. He didn't really mean to admit it, since he wasn't a hundred percent certain on what liking someone felt like but he knew that Junko was very special to him. He didn't want them to be taken away from them or to ever be hurt. To love and protect, like he did with his brother... but it felt different than that so what else could it be?
Junko blushed hard at Aylor's shaky confession, which had been no less nervous than their own. "R-really...?" they whispered, pulling back slowly. Their face was shocked but anxious, flushed but tear-streaked at the same time. It was painfully adorable, considering how they had thrown themself at Aylor, how their small body was pressed against the man's, and how close their face was to Aylor's. "You don't hate me...? You l-like me too?" Hope glittered in their dark teal eyes, in the hand that stopped trembling once it had carefully gripped at the shoulder of Aylor's shirt. "R-really?" they muttered again, smiling slowly, then giggling shakily. Their laugh steadily escalated, until they were curledup against Aylor's chest again, laughing at themself for overreacting. "I'm so happy, I can't stop laughing, Ayli-senpai..."
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Aylor was startled by their laughing fit, unsure what to do for the longest time. His hands were raised, arched back a bit to look at Junko but he didn't move away from them. Slowly, after their words, he lowered his arm and patted his head. "Same," he murmured softly. He'd been so happy enough to force him to shift into something he hadn't meant to.
Junko's laugh soon faded into little giggles, but the job was done. They had somehow managed to confirm that Aylor did not hate them, and they had gotten the man to both confess to them, and plan a date with them. The last thing left was... They slowly pulled back, sitting on their folded legs, between Aylor's long limbs. Despite their cheeks still being flushed, they seemed to have properly returned to their normal self, face blank despite the color. They brushed the hair to their left, swiping it behind their ear only to have it quickly come undone due to how short it was. Clearing their throat, they twisted one of their braids instead."Say, Ayli-senpai...?" Jun began, looking shy, but not nearly as emotional as they had been before, luckily. "You...you must promise not to...poof away again, alright?" Brows narrowed and eyes a bit desperate, they waited for his response, his nod, anything, before leaning forward. Right hand on Aylor's shoulder, left on his thigh, they closed the distance, pressing a soft kiss to Aylor's left cheek.
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Aylor was glancing around, lightly stroking Neria which helped ease the emotions he was feeling. It was saddening how easily he could lock away his emotions once more. The result of his rough training to become a killer.
When they spoke his name, Ayli turned his attention back fully to Junko, looking a bit curious. In their continued statement, Aylor's brows furrowed in confusion. He didn't know what he meant by proof away. Sure, he seemed to disappear and reappear but he didn't recall doing that until he was sure it was his time to leave. Aylor was confused but alas, nodded. He wouldn't disappear from Junko intentionally before he was bid goodbye.
What happened next was something he had never expected. He didn't realize what they had done at first, due to the mask being partially in the way but when it registered, Aylor's entire face turned red. He looked at Junko with wide, surprised eyes, glad that his mask was hiding half of his expression. He was sure he looked goofy at how embarrassed and happy he looked.
Aylor, if he could even think to return something of the like, couldn't even because of the restriction his mask presented. Thus, Aylor did nothing, said nothing for a good moment. Hesitating, he leaned down and touched his nose [his masked nose] to their nose. He held it there, eyes closed to hopefully be able to convey what he was feeling before pulling away.
Junko pulled back slowly after kissing Aylor's cheek, their right hand sliding down the man's chest a bit, but their left remaining where it had been. They waited with surprising patience for Aylor to register what had happened and respond. Though they had been hoping for a full-face reveal, Jun found themself blushing and giggling childishly when Aylor's nose pressed to theirs. They, too, closed their eyes, rubbing the tip of their nose lightly against the man's before he pulled back. Their following smile shone brighter than a thousand stars, their fluffy tail wagging happily behind them. "Thank you, Ayli-senpai~!" they giggled.
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Aylor straightened up when they pulled away, opening his eyes and was smiling behind his mask. "Thank... you," he said, his tone soft and earnest. Junko had given him more than he could ask for already and now even more than that.
(Do you maybe wanna skip with them, move to a different place??? Or do you wanna continue here?)
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(Maybe a skip to their date, yeah?)
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(Oh yeah! Movies! Shit, sorry!!!)
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(Idk. They go on a date. I'm fucking stressed right now, sorry. If you happen across a picture of a black haired anime guy who is in black and white save for his golden eyes, and who has skeleton paint on his face, then fucking tell me please. I'm stressing the fuck out. Thanks)
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Is the skeleton designed similarly to the one in bleach? If so that might help with your search. Sorry for not being much help otherwise))
(I'm sorry for getting all intense. I... I'm just gonna let it go. If I find him, I find him... We can continue. Date, right? They meet up, watch a movie, then restaurant???)
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Yeah, sure, that or a picnic since they're not all about people. ))
(Okay, so they'll see a movie, and then, maybe because they aren't good around other people, they'll order some food and go hang out in Junko's dorm maybe? It might be better than a park for a picnic because Junko would be very jumpy.)
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(Hmmm... Idk. Still having a hard time focusing to be honest.)
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(Lololol, thanks, sweetheart. I'm sorry for the back and forth. I really am trying here;;;;)
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Mike looks down at this small, strange person who just gave me a lecture. I make sure my hair covers those horn nubs on my forehead. Flexing my wrists once out of the cuffs, I notice that as she speaks, she has a slight accent. Her words are strange too. “Wager? So formal. Hooch? No one says hooch anymore. You sure talk like you are from another time.” Grins “Well, I am glad I get to watch the game and the guards give me newspapers when they are done reading them. I can't wait until the sports illustrated comes my way”
That army discipline keeps me out of trouble with the guards. Or is it because I am so heavily drugged up? I look about the cafeteria. This place reminds me of the mess hall at the base. All the men chatting and gossiping. The comradely the other inmates show each other. A tinge of homesickness tugs my heart. I miss my buddies at the base and my work. I suppose I will never see the inside of the cockpit of a fighter jet again. What a pickle I'm in now.
“OK, time for chow.” I take up a tray and looks over the offerings. They have such good food here. Think I'll stick to OJ & lay off the coffee. Those meds are making me too hyper. I Sit down at the end of a table, trying to get comfortable in these bolted down seats. They are not meant for tall men with long legs. I wait for the familiar guard to put the little clear plastic cup full of pills in front of me before I touch anything. I down the contents pretending it has the finest whiskey in it, 100 years old. I can dream, can't I? I wash them down with the orange juice, then open my mouth to show I really took them, lifting up my tongue. Then I tell him before he walks off to medicate the next inmate “This regiment needs to be adjusted, it makes me too hyper.” I think he grunts an acknowledgment. Hard to tell in the noise. I guess I'll be seeing the doctor or a medic later. I hope I don't get a needle. I hate needles.
Yum. This breakfast is better than anything they gave us at the base.
These wrap around sunglasses hide her eyes. The inmates are none the wiser as to where she is looking. Her stance is hard and no nonsense, best not to show any sign or weakness. These are criminals, no matter how harmless they may look, they are all dangerous, some more than others.Jessica leans slightly against the wall, scanning the cafeteria for any potential problems brewing. The inmates sure do like to socialize. It is easy to tell the westerners, most of them tower over the Asian inmates, even when seated. She keeps a close eye on Mike. He is handsome and amusing. She can see why they liked him so much at the training grounds. His flight teacher, the one he saved, is very worried about him. She wishes she could contact her and tell her that he is OK. He'll make a fine demon once he is finished his training and has his brand.
She wonders how many of these inmates have powers in this cafeteria. Some are so powerful and unpredictable they are not allowed to mix with other inmates and take their meals in their cells. The ones in this cafeteria must not be so bad if they are allowed to mix at meal times. Then they get time in the yard. There is a Japanese style bath in each of the buildings. A well behaved inmate like Mike should have plenty of opportunities to be social.
Patiently, she waits for Michael Penderson number 387 to finish up and come over to her to be escorted to his next destination. Most likely the exercise yard, then the showers and back to his cell.
Even the best breakfast in the world can't keep the fact that I am in prison. I dump my tray, put it on the used tray pile and go up to that strange little guard. I extend my hands for her to cuff me.
I've never even spent a night in a local jail, let alone in an international prison filled with the most heinous criminals from all over the world.
As I follow behind this strange guard I can't help but complain. “I just knocked down a couple of walls. I dunno why I am in prison, let alone this prison. I mean, should I not be sued for damages or something like that? I really thought that evil sorcerer was there. I wasn't aiming at anyone. No one got hurt. Well, unless any of the women in the bath house caught a cold."
"OK, OK I used demon fire. OK, so I created it out of nothing. I suppose that could be arson but why am I here, of all places? I didn't get a phone call. I didn't get a trial. Nothing. What about a lawyer? Don't I have any rights? Please call the base, do they know I am here? I wanna talk to the captain. Can I talk to the captain? I remember the phone number of his office. I just need to tell them I am here.” I can't hide the very troubled look coming over my face, as if saying these words puts more weight into this situation that I've not come to grips with. Gads they give good medication here.
“I've been told nothing so as far as I know, the base don't know I am here. I mean would they not have said something to me if they did? “A phone call that is all I ask. Lemme talk to the captain.” I rub the back of my neck as we walk. I am really getting nervous not knowing my situation.
She whipped around, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Points at Mike and declares “Look, your constitutional rights do not apply in Japan and even if they did” She looks around to make sure no one else is in ear shot before she continues. “You displayed powers that normal mortals do not have, so your rights have been suspended, as the authorities in your own country had the right to do.” At this point she takes off her sun glasses, wincing in the artificial light. “I on a personal level I know you are not a bad guy and to me, your being human or not has nothing, and I mean NOTHING to do with what kind of being you are, what the caliber of your spirit is, but it is not up to me. Here, “ Points downward as if there are other references “on this world, being human means everything, and you are not quite human any longer.”
With those words, she realizes that she was being none too gentle with this man who has been through so much pain. Her face and voice soften and she steps closer to him. “Look, I know all this is not your fault. Every prison has pay phones in or around the visitors area. Most inmates make collect calls to family from them but for you, I will pick up a call card at the store when I get off duty. Tomorrow I'll bring you to the inmate pay phones and let you make your call. You have been chawing at the bit to phone outside the prison. I just hope you simmer down after the call.” She puts her sunglasses back on, gruffly asks “Happy?”
I listen intently to her words. This odyssey has been a brutal learning experience, from being tortured and mutilated to being locked up in this international prison. I do not like being out of control to this extent. Being in the US air force, I've learned to relinquish control to my superiors. That is why I chose to become a pilot. Even tho I was under orders of those on the ground, while I was up there, I was in control and totally free. A freedom that most would never understand. Now, this small guard is lowering the boom on me about my situation.
When that being saved my life and took me to hell, I never thought I would see the Earth again. I didn't much care if I did. I left the air force to save my marriage but it was too little to late. There was not much to keep me here, despite being hired back as if I never really left. This guard, this strange guard, she reminds me of that being who appeared before me after I ejected from that doomed jet. Honest & bluntly to the point. No more constitutional rights? Now that is a cold sobering thought. If I have no rights then what do I have? You have to be completely human to have rights? What is a man without his rights?
When she tells me she'll get a card for me to phone the captain at the base and bring me to these payphones, I'm overjoyed. No one has offered to help me since I got here. No one gave me any of my requests for legal help. They would just give me more medication, epically if I became agitated when my simple requests were ignored. So I learned to stop asking before they put me in a drug induced coma. Despite being well cared for, we are little more than animals here.
She listens to me and dose not just write me off as a crazy nut. What a kind guard, so strange to find that in a place like this.
With a broad smile on my face I beam at her ”Happy? I am ecstatic! If I were not in these cuffs I would hug you!” I take her hands in mine and look at those sun glasses that reflect my face and hide her eyes “Thank you sooo much. You are so kind”
Jessica seems to be taken aback with the intensity of Mike's response. “OK, OK. Easy dose it big fella, I gotta hand you over to other guards for your yard time and your shower, best be calm when I do so, or you may get another shot.” She is half joking for the last sentence. She dose not want this emotional display to be noticed by the other guards, least they report her being too close to an inmate. “Now don't dawdle, I am off duty now and off the clock, so try to stay out of trouble until tomorrow, eh?” She pulls her hands away and leads him down the hall to the yard. She takes his cuffs off once inside the yard doors. Tells the guard there “I am off duty so he is all yours.” Holds one hand up as she leaves saying "Stay out of trouble 387."(( Sorry this is short, will continue at the visitation room or just outside at the phones.))
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