[ The walls of the cell block are nigh vibrating from excitement. New prisoners. New cellmates. Tex can feel the energy rattling behind his teeth. It's time for new picks, and he's already got an eye on a sweet candy-assed brunet. ]
Hey, sweetheart, where's the million dollar smile?
[ makes sense, he'd be sold here. after hapsburg found the death toll too expensive, why not have him indited for all those horrible, horrible murders against such very innocent men of science? because who's going to listen to the psycho who filed his teeth into fangs and bit peoples' faces off when he tells them he was kidnapped? not the courts, and certainly not this tool calling him sweetheart, as he comes rattling at his cell bars.
all he gets for his question is Andyr's lips pulling back, and those too sharp teeth being bared, more a snarl than a smile. but hey, asshole, you asked. ]
for ya
Hey, sweetheart, where's the million dollar smile?
ayyyy
all he gets for his question is Andyr's lips pulling back, and those too sharp teeth being bared, more a snarl than a smile. but hey, asshole, you asked. ]