#lustblooded

Ah! Hello, hello!

Marcos hated every single part of the detention center. Every part. The rounded safety edges of everything from the walls to the railings. The lumps of plastic that served as stools, bolted in neat circles around the tables in the visiting area. The smile printed on the face of the clock, mounted high on one wall and protected by a metal cage. And the colors were the worst - blues and yellows and reds, soft and primary, somehow doing double-duty as a stamp of criminal deviance and, at the same time, a sign of the infantile and powerless state of the inmates.

It was better than detainment, at least outwardly. This was true. But he had an all new understanding of why Nora was so desperate to be anywhere else.