#catabclic

but what exactly is a dank may-may doe

TELL ME WHY YOU FOLLOWED ME & WHAT MADE YOU STAY – 

               [MIKE is a reasonable guy. So what if he’d killed in cold blood?! He knows better than anybody that camaraderie is to be acquired if you want to survive in the pen. Luckily enough, he’s a likable man, smooth and smart and pretty too-- he’s the perfect candidate to welcome in the new kids (and hell, all newbies are branded with the nickname regardless of age). HARMON takes great pleasure in letting it roll off of his tongue, really driving it home that they’re not in charge any more.]

               [It is with his arms behind his back that he approaches the lone man in the room akin to a mess hall, lunch tray filled with goop that barely passes as food. He’s learned to enjoy it, if only because it makes for good vomit should the guards fuck with him. He’d been hit across the back of the head for throwing up on the Chief’s shoes once-- the lump that had formed hadn’t deterred him from doing it again.]

                            “Sooo, kiddo,”

               [--MIKE speaks up in an amiable tone, sitting opposite him at the table. A couple of heads have turned, eyebrows raised-- he hates to blow his own trumpet, but he’s looked up to here. A big-shot, a go-to figure of sorts, and not without the dirty hands to get there. A dark finger reaches out, taps the edge of the newbie’s tray.]

the real questions: are users nightbloggers or australians