Prison Pals

[murimurimuri]

[Simon's been having a bad day. And life. And he's seriously grumpy about not being assigned to be cell mates with Mr. Dogen. C'mon, old man, what kind of operation are you even running here?

But despite his foul mood, Simon decides that hey, maybe it's best to make sure his new roomie isn't going to try and kill him in his sleep. So when the guards drop him off on his cell, he puts on his best dopey smile to greet his new 'friend'.]

Hey, I'm Simon. Nice to meet you.

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[usedrefresh]

[Matt can't say that he's happy about this arrangement, either - he liked having a cell to himself, dammit. He's never been a fan of sharing anything, especially with guys, but whatever, he guesses he should attempt to be friendly too.]

Nice to meet you too, dude. I'm Matt - Matt Engarde. But you already knew that, right?

[murimurimuri]

[What, is he supposed to know this guy? Well, whatever.]

Wow, no way! The Matt Engarde?

[usedrefresh]

That's right! Want an autograph? I don't have any paper but I can sign your shirt or something.

[Clearly prison isn't helping his ego at all.]

[murimurimuri]

Nowaynoway, I don't deserve anything like that! I'll be lucky enough just to bask in your presence!

[Like he's really stupid enough to let some narcissistic jackass mark his belongings.]