[HEY THERE FENRIS, it's been a minute! Your pal has been locked up in solitary confinement for three whole days, and he finally managed to talk a guard into giving him his phone back. "Good behavior", they called it.
But he's still got another 12 hours on his sentence, so.]
they don't even let you pick your food. they keep giving me pears. pears are bullshit. and onion rings? why are those a staple of solitary confinement lunches?
bullshit.
and they keep the temp at like slightly too warm. and they won't let me have more than one pillow.
[He has a long list of complaints that Fenris will hear all about, as if it's new information and he hasn't been stuck in here himself before.
It's all a distraction, though. The dose of pheromones they pump into the air in these cells is low enough that the past few days have been irritating, but bearable. Fenris did mention that part, but Harlan didn't anticipate much issue with it. Sex is so rarely at the forefront of his mind that three days in the hole would be cake. Not so, as it turns out! Despite the shit here not being nearly as potent as the shit in Penance, the constant exposure has worn him down.
He knows they've got cameras in here, is the thing. He'd just jerk off and call it a day if it weren't for that. But the ever-present ache between his legs is starting to outweigh his sense of shame.]
you watered the plants right? they get watered on tuesdays. its on the whiteboard in the kitchen.
prison au time!!!!!!!
[HEY THERE FENRIS, it's been a minute! Your pal has been locked up in solitary confinement for three whole days, and he finally managed to talk a guard into giving him his phone back. "Good behavior", they called it.
But he's still got another 12 hours on his sentence, so.]
they don't even let you pick your food. they keep giving me pears. pears are bullshit. and onion rings? why are those a staple of solitary confinement lunches?
bullshit.
and they keep the temp at like slightly too warm. and they won't let me have more than one pillow.
[He has a long list of complaints that Fenris will hear all about, as if it's new information and he hasn't been stuck in here himself before.
It's all a distraction, though. The dose of pheromones they pump into the air in these cells is low enough that the past few days have been irritating, but bearable. Fenris did mention that part, but Harlan didn't anticipate much issue with it. Sex is so rarely at the forefront of his mind that three days in the hole would be cake. Not so, as it turns out! Despite the shit here not being nearly as potent as the shit in Penance, the constant exposure has worn him down.
He knows they've got cameras in here, is the thing. He'd just jerk off and call it a day if it weren't for that. But the ever-present ache between his legs is starting to outweigh his sense of shame.]
you watered the plants right? they get watered on tuesdays. its on the whiteboard in the kitchen.