Quinton smirked softly. "A lot, trust me, I'm helping you out." His mind started to wander as he began to talk mostly to himself but loud enough. "Too bad you got put in here," He said rubbing his chin. "You would've been..." His voice trailed off as he remembered. "Is that all you need to know or am I done here?" He said waving his mistake off quickly.
Quinton chuckled, examining the cracks in the ceiling for the millionth time. "Good morning to you too!" He sang, wondering why his mood was so light today. "Since I'm guessing there's no way of getting you out of this... 'isolation' I'll tell you." He turned to face the cell she was in, feeling as if this were blackmail.
"I'm Quinton, by the way," He smirked, knowing that he wasn't really going to tell her anything. It was to risky, but he could always hang the information over her head. Looking at her, he could tell that she really wanted to know, so this could be fun. "So, what did you want to know again?" He asked, with a condescending tone.
((I'm going to sleep))Quinton sighed, looking at the ground for a few seconds, before smiling again. He missed this more than anything, she was probably angry, but it made life brighter. "So is that all you wanted to know, or are we done here?" He repeated mockingly, wagging his finger.
"Are you always angry? I was just trying to help." Quinton retorted, pretending to cry. Slowly sauntering over to the food, he picked up the spork. Being in the prison long, you learned that if you didn't eat the food, you'd suffer. He shoved some food in his mouth, closing his eyes in agony.
((Not that I know what being in a prison is like... nope.))Quinton could tell that she was trying to ignore him, just by the way that she huddled. She really didn't understand why he couldn't tell her. But of course if he told her why he couldn't tell her, then she would try to find out more about 'who she was' 'n all of that. It's always the girls. He shook his head violently, desperately trying to determine what he should say to make her feel better, or at least like him at all. This time he was to casual about the situation.
((Haha! It definitely does!))Quinton smiled at Tylia when he saw her take a quick glimpse at him. As she turned around, his smile diminished as quickly as it had come. Quinton sighed, massaging his temples. "Listen, I'm sorry." He muttered, examining the surprisingly cracked ground.
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