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welcometotheughbackupWho: Laguna, and hopefully Norman <3
When: Morning
Where: their cell
What: meeting the father of the ex.
Rating: pending
Laguna was curious about his cell mate really. He sat on the bottom trunk for now, hoping that that was not the bunk of the other inmate. He was wearing the t-shirt and prison pants, the white fabric hugging his torso in all the right places. Laguna basically looked like an older, greeneyed version of Squall, with just the long dark brown hair streaked with specks of silver from age, a few wrinkles in the corner of his eye. But he did more look like he was 30, then 44. But instead of the half gloom of Squall, this man shone energy and happyness, a smile always seeming to play at his lips. He was qute short, barly 2 cm taller then his son, Squall. The President of Malta, not a political prisoned was restless. Bit scared to meet this 'Norman' and bit excited. He did hope he was kinder then the men in the cafiteria who had cept giving him lustfull looks and touches. The 'hetro' man was a bit shocked by this. And it did make him doubt himself a bit. He shook his head to rid of such thought.
When: Morning
Where: their cell
What: meeting the father of the ex.
Rating: pending
Laguna was curious about his cell mate really. He sat on the bottom trunk for now, hoping that that was not the bunk of the other inmate. He was wearing the t-shirt and prison pants, the white fabric hugging his torso in all the right places. Laguna basically looked like an older, greeneyed version of Squall, with just the long dark brown hair streaked with specks of silver from age, a few wrinkles in the corner of his eye. But he did more look like he was 30, then 44. But instead of the half gloom of Squall, this man shone energy and happyness, a smile always seeming to play at his lips. He was qute short, barly 2 cm taller then his son, Squall. The President of Malta, not a political prisoned was restless. Bit scared to meet this 'Norman' and bit excited. He did hope he was kinder then the men in the cafiteria who had cept giving him lustfull looks and touches. The 'hetro' man was a bit shocked by this. And it did make him doubt himself a bit. He shook his head to rid of such thought.
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