He looks over at her, smiling at little as he sees her. A well-timed cool interjection and a change to a topic he likes can do wonders for the mood.
“Nah, ‘ll give y’ th’ play-by-play. ‘f they’re watchin’ us through cameras, Applesauce’s gonna be in th’ corner with ‘is arms crossed all like, ‘tch… we had no choice, no use regretting… let’s hope those lil shits—‘ nah he obviously wouldn’t say that, even ‘f it’s what he’s thinkin’, it’s gonna more like, ‘let’s hope they take this chance t’ learn a lesson, hmph!’ or some shit. ‘nd then Sie’s gonna be like,”
He folds his sleeve at his chin, looking off dramatically, pinching into a sad face
“‘I just hope… n-no one gets hurt……’ they’re doing that face, y’know, just picture it— and then they fiddle with th’ corners ‘f their cape all uncertainly. ‘nd Bea’s like, ugh can you two shut the fuck up, and can the prisoner’s go like, ten seconds without tearin’ th’ place ‘part just cause we stuck our hands in their fuckin’ mouths t’ take their piercings? Like, who cares? Though real shit, th’ best part t’ imagine is I think Bumble Bea and Ei-plus are gonna be barkin’ ‘bout each other’s votes, like I bet he’s like ‘why not forgive Vincent, he’s literally polite’ and Bea’s all ‘he’s fuckin’ booriiiiing’. I didn’t see his shit, I dunno his deal t’ be honest. Actually— I bet Sie won’t tell ‘em what they voted cause that lil freak’s gonna vote like, most ‘f us guilty fer breathin’.”
He’s playing barbies in his head. One could argue that at least he is saying things that orbit reality even if he’s doing so in the least eloquent way possible. He has been digging his nail under a layer of the cardboard to peel off just one layer while rambling.
“The fuck am I on ‘bout? Well, y’ heard ‘t here first! Anyway, ‘grats on th’ innocence! Y’ notice they only forgave two of th’ gals? y’ think they got a problem or somethin’?”
He poses the insincere accusation without much weight. His head is way too full right now.
