august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[sharktrash]

When he puts it like that, it does sound bad. Worse than Squalo was ever willing to let anyone see him at, but then, when he'd resigned to spend the rest of his life behind bars, nobody had mentioned creepy cosmic entities and recurring nightmares were part of the deal.

And yes, despite all the murders, he's slept like a righteous baby more often than not until now.

He uncurls from himself, slamming his hands down on the mattress and turning to swing his feet out on the floor in one fluid motion, ready to get up in an instant.

"You wanna find out?"

[shinra_dog]

Murder is surprisingly easy to sleep after, once you get used to it.

Reno looked at Squalo skeptically, then shrugged and stood. "Sure, why not? I got nothin' else to do." He rolled his shoulders and watched for the moment the other man would attempt to stand, preparing to just give him a shove back down again.

[sharktrash]

Squalo motherfucking Superbi never backed down from a fight, so naturally, the response Reno gets is a twitchy grin. No amount of rules and punishments were going to dissuade him from his one remaining source of entertainment, not to mention that right now he feels hella shitty and it's an excellent opportunity to take it out on someone else.

He knows he's in a disadvantageous position at the moment, so rather than stand outright, he slips off the bunk downward, throwing a leg out in an attempt to swipe the other man's feet from under him. He's still considerably fast, though definitely slowed down by his lack of sleep and general tethering on the edge.

[shinra_dog]

Reno's eyebrows rose and he barely had enough time to jump up onto the bunk he'd just been sitting on. He could still feel the breeze ever so slightly against his ankles from the sheer force and speed of Squalo's kick.

The prison jumpsuit really did nothing to accentuate his calves. A shame, really.

For a moment, he just stared at Squalo, slumped halfway on the floor, with stunned awe. Then Reno began to laugh -- no, fully cackle with glee.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, waving his hands with a huge grin. "Don't hafta stand up -- man, that's clever as fuck, I can't even be mad, yo!"