Okay, Rhys's cheeks color just a bit at the mention of Magenta, though he doesn't look away. Just coughs, and shrugs.
"I've got a shitload of condoms, I'm probably gonna wind up making wine with them. Haven't got much other use for them and wine's a bigger commodity. Cigs, though? Man. I'd probably do something indecent for some rolling papers. I'm using gum wrappers." Prison ingenuity at its finest.
Not that Rhys ever needs a reason to do anything indecent, but he sort of likes to have one in his head. Especially when it's currency.
You're never too old to learn a new trade.
"Clinic's got a hot shower, for what it's worth. Put up shelves, too, fixed all the tables. The fuckers undid all the work I did on the firepit, though, so no love there. But you ever want a romantic getaway? That's the place to go."
Not with Rhys, of course. But in general. And he keeps a perfectly straight face when he says it.
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"I've got a shitload of condoms, I'm probably gonna wind up making wine with them. Haven't got much other use for them and wine's a bigger commodity. Cigs, though? Man. I'd probably do something indecent for some rolling papers. I'm using gum wrappers." Prison ingenuity at its finest.
Not that Rhys ever needs a reason to do anything indecent, but he sort of likes to have one in his head. Especially when it's currency.
You're never too old to learn a new trade.
"Clinic's got a hot shower, for what it's worth. Put up shelves, too, fixed all the tables. The fuckers undid all the work I did on the firepit, though, so no love there. But you ever want a romantic getaway? That's the place to go."
Not with Rhys, of course. But in general. And he keeps a perfectly straight face when he says it.