#jailbrxaking

Again it was every god damn fucking day with these brats! Hajime was going to die young at this rate. Sometimes it wasn’t just once a day it was twice a day or sometimes even more. He had two of the brats, the glutton under his arm while he held the lock pick by his cloths like a puppy. The green haired one was being led by Seitarou. At least the blond wasn’t here, he could carry three but he’d rather now. Somehow he felt like he’d seen them all get out.

Hajime kept trying to convince himself maybe 11 had wandered back, or he was just starting to see them all everywhere. However as they arrived back at cell 13 to find it empty the vein on his temple started to twitch as he threw 15 and 69 into the cell. “WHERE IS YOUR CELL MATE!?” he exploded “Seitarou, go get on security and find that brat!” he said, watching his guard salute him.

“Sir!” Seitarou said before running off.

Zakuro vc: ew

      -- ❝ inmate no. 15  ! ! ❞ it was FUNNY how things worked, really. before anyone else, he should’ve been asking one of the guards ( like yamato or seitarou )-- but decided to question jyugo the moment he saw the other leisurely relaxing in his cell. why ? well, mostly ‘cause he was starting to get IMPATIENT. 

 Hovering   close   by,   the   young   spirit   glanced   at   the   other’s   APPEARANCE.   Was   he   wearing   a   PRISONER   outfit?   “Hmm”   he   said   with   an   index   finger   to   his   lips,   perplexed.   What   was   a   prisoner   doing   at   Kamome   Academy?   Is   he   on   the   run?   “Sooo  .  .  .”   curiously,   Tsukasa   floated   much   closer   to   the   stranger.   He   wrapped   his   arms   and   legs   around   them   in   a   CLINGY   manner.   “What   did   you   do?   Did   you   KILL   anyone?”   the   supernatural   asked   bluntly.      

“To much work”

                          “ If you call Ikkaku a flower boy, I’ll do whatever                             you want for a day.”