Such...A Cozy Cell. (Tag: Moses)

Once the guard reached a certain cell, he opened the cell bar door, harshly shoving Tulio into the cell. Tulio stumbled into the cell, catching himself from falling over.  He swiveled his attention to the guard with narrowed eyes, scowling darkly. Now he was getting aggravated with this guard. "If we ever meet again, I hope by then that you've learned some manners!" Tulio called out to the guard who went on his merry way. He wasn't keen on being man handled. His dark blue eyes turned their attention to the cell, widening at the sight of it. There in the corner of the room was a human skeleton, four exact human skulls on a table in the middle of the room, and a toilet in the room.

"...I see that they tried to make it cozy," he muttered under breath in amusement. Sure, he was pretty spooked out by the room. But there was no way he was going to show that reaction in front of the surveillance cameras in the room. Noticing the food on the table too, Tulio walked over to the table and sat down. He arched an eyebrow at the half of hard, stale bread and half-full bottle of water. This was one meal? Hilarious. He broke a decent size piece off the bread, eating it slowly so the staleness wouldn't hurt his teeth. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed a...monitor that displayed a dead kitten. "Well isn't that lovely." He quickly took his swig of the water bottle to wash down the bread. There was no sign of a cell mate yet, but he'd leave their half alone on the table. He sighed softly as he lied down on the floor, crossing his arms behind his head. He guessed that he'd take a small nap before meeting his cell mate. Tulio closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

It wouldn't be quite right to say he had never been treated roughly, but regardless Moses couldn't say he appreciated it now. The guard simply lacked delicacy, like a some kind of brute tamed by a bigger brute... and so on. No, he himself preferred to keep his world small, like a serpentine path in the dark only he could run over without slipping. That thrill, that was what he truly enjoyed. Something big just waltzing through, what was the fun in that?
Fortunately he wouldn't have to deal with the guards of his new prison all that much. If anything, he could ignore them. They weren't interesting, they weren't interesting at all. At least the ones that he had met so far. His cell mate would better be more intriguing, else they were going to have a really unpleasant time.

While being escorted to his cell, he kept his face blank. There was nothing to fake, as there was nothing to fake for. Despite knowing his cell wasn't going to be the most comfortable of rooms, he wished to get there as soon as possible - to shake of the unreachable itch of utter boredom. It had been a long way from his capture all the way to here and all of the tedious moving from one cage to another had tired him out. Not one comment was made on the guard's behaviour, though Moses let one remark after another drift through his thoughts, just to keep himself busy. At last, they arrived, a twitch near the corner of his mouth revealing itself when he caught sight of the sleeping male on the floor. So this was the one he would be sharing his fine den with. Very well.

It wasn't until the door was locked and the guard had left that the dark-haired prisoner let out a relieved sigh, immediately unzipping the upper part of his jumpsuit, slipping his arms out of it to tie the sleeves around his waist. Much better. "These things are awful," he complained loudly, huffing in an almost childish way as he stepped past his cell mate, toward the table. Look at that, half of it had been left for him. How considerate. Taking the remainder of the bread, he picked off small pieces to pop into his mouth, letting his gaze sweep through the room briefly. "Though I have to admit, I like this style of furnishing. Reminds me of home.~"

Eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sound of a voice interrupting his nap and the patter of feet heading over to the table. The corner of his lips twitched at the amusing comment about the cell. Tulio peeked opened his eyes slowly, glancing over at the male with an amused expression. "Cozy, isn't it? Although I can do without the dead kitten," Tulio spoke up, yawning softly after doing so. He sat up, sighing heavily in relief that he woke up just in time to meet his cell mate. Dark, blue eyes scanned over the male to see that he was a similar built to Tulio. That was sort of good. He hadn't been too keen with the thought of being roomed up with a brute. So this was a relief for Tulio. Although the man could surprise him despite his built. Oh well. If he had to defend himself, then he'll make good use of the skulls on the table. Or even the human skeleton in the corner of the room. "About time you showed up. I was forced to take a nap to get over my boredom in this cell," Tulio huffed slightly in a playful manner. Tulio wondered what kind of person his cellmate was. The male seemed sarcastic and childlike due to his earlier comments. So far the man intrigued him with these two characteristics. Tulio was curious to see if the male could keep on intriguing him.

Still chewing, Moses gave a slight nod of his head, peering at the monitor with interest. "A little bit too modern," he commented after swallowing the food (did they buy bread and wait for it to get stale before feeding it to their prisoners?). "An awful contrast to the bones, if you ask me." Again, he subtly let his gaze go through every corner. No doubt there were cameras present to record his new daily life. A tedious thing indeed. Eventually he turned to face his fellow prisoner, lips curled into a friendly smile. Tulio had nothing to fear. After all, it was expected to respect one's cell mate, was it not? As long as he was not provoked, Moses saw no reason to break that rule. Though he did like testing his boundaries from time to time, it wasn't his intention to get into trouble. Not this soon, anyway.
"Really? I don't think I'm all that amusing, though," the darker man hummed, waving at the Tulio with the remnant of the bread. "If I turn out disappointing, don't say I didn't warn you. Moses Damiri, it's a... true pleasure." Finally the last piece disappeared in his mouth, crushed between well-kept teeth. Skeleton, skulls - they were all very lovely. Just a shame they didn't have any flesh on them, he was still a bit hungry.

Kiddin'.

Tulio slightly wavered at the sight of his cell mate's smile. It looked friendly, but there was something unnerving about it. He'd seen smiles like that before. Tulio wasn't really a fan of them that much. But Tulio just shook off the thoughts and smiled back at his cellmate. "I agree," Tulio commented, as he stood up and stretched lightly. "I'm sure you won't disappoint," he added with a soft chuckle, tilting his head at the male. Moses had amused him quite a good bit earlier when Moses had been escorted into the cell. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Damiri. My name is Tulio De León," he introduced himself with a smirk. Tulio watched the man with a calculating gaze. The male still seemed to be a mystery to him still. Hopefully that would change soon. But with good consequences that would benefit Tulio in a good way.

Wiping the crumbs from his mouth, he returned to the table, awfully relaxed for someone who was locked in such an uncomfortable cell. There was no need for distress, actually there was no need for any clear displays of emotions whatsoever. This was a game that he did not yet know the rules of, but he could very well make his own while figuring out the existing ones. Was it a good or a bad thing that his cell mate was a newbie like himself? They would find out each other's usefulness eventually. Slender fingers took the bottle, holding it up for examination. So little left. Was this all that he was going to receive per day now? Better keep the toilet clean, then. Not that he was expecting a lot of intensive activities to take place, but you could never be sure enough.

"What's that look for, Mr De León?" Moses laughed quietly before taking a brief swig from the water bottle. "I know my body is in an exceptional shape, but staring like that is a bit unnecessary, wouldn't you agree?" It was merely teasing, of course. Or perhaps a little bit of a warning was wrapped in those playful words as well? Maybe, maybe not. "I usually nap during the day," he continued, dropping his gaze to the skulls. Wonderful decoration indeed, though that was not the reason he was looking at them. "I'm a bit of a night owl. I hope you don't mind? Don't worry, I'll be sure not to make too much noise."

Tulio slightly chuckled at this teasing comment made by the male. "I'm an observer, Mr. Damiri. Observing people is what I do to try to get an idea of what kind of person they are," Tulio answered, with a slight shrug. He quirked an eyebrow at what seemed to be a slight hint of warning in that comment. Tulio was a fan of both genders, but it didn't mean that he would act like a predator or force himself onto others. He wasn't too keen on others who raped, for example, the men from his other prison got their asses literally beaten by Tulio for attempting to rape him. Rape wasn't going to barge into his life once more. Tulio wouldn't allow it to ever happen to him ever again. He shifted away from his dark thoughts back to Moses. "I won't mind." Tulio casually reassured him.