Morning After

He laughed, twirling the towel over his head. "Come and get it." He taunted, wrapping it around his neck and aiming the shower head at Dimitri again.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you," he warned, before sprinting towards him, trying to avoid the aim of the showerhead. He knew he wouldn't be successful at that, but oh well, he was soaked already anyway. When he finally reached the other guy he didn't reach for the towel, but instead yanked the showerhead out of his hands, turning it on him instead.
"See how you like it!" he laughed and sprayed him down as much as he could.

He laughed. "I am not made of glass." He saw Dimitri coming straight at him, trying to dodge. But wasn't fast enough and lost his weapon.
He tried coverhing his face with his arm, laughing like hell.
He grabbed the towel from his shoulders. It was wet now, but he spun it around, sending some water spraying at Dimitri too.

He turned the water off, there was nothing more to soak by now. He supposed they had both lost the waterwar.
"Really? You think a few waterdrops are going to make a difference now?" he laughed until his stomach hurt. Even when he realized they now had no towel to dry themselves with and no shifts, he didn't really care much. Sure, they would probably both get a bit sick, but what was there to do in prison anyway, that they couldn't do if sick?

He chuckeled. "No. But all is fair in war."
He took off his jumpsuit, wringing it with some difficulty, and hung it to dry. He wrung his tanktop and was surprised to find his boxers not as soaked as he had thought, so he kept them on.
"To be honest judging from last night I thought you were going to be pissed instead of laughing."

Dimitri followed his example, taking off his jumpsuit, wringing it and letting it hang on the shower to dry. His tanktop was soaked as well, but he wasn't sure about taking it off. He wasn't very proud of his body, and though surely his physique was better than his cellmate's, he still felt rather selfconcious. However, seeing as his tanktop was white, and more seethrough than glass once wet, he figured it wouldn't hurt to take it off. He hung it next to the jumpsuit in hopes it would dry before the next day. He wouldn't want to stay naked all day tomorrow.
"Sorry about that," he appologized sincerly. He hadn't been very sure about the guy last night, but he had proven to be pretty nice. In some ways it was hard to remember that he was a criminal, though he supposed it was probably just something petty like himself, nothing major.

"He he, no problem. I have had one cellmate who minded it very much that I even spoke.
Have you been to other prisons before this one?" He asked going to sit down on his bed.

The question made him think that maybe the other guy had.
"No, first time.. I suppose that's why I was kind of off yesterday. You?" He probably shouldn't have asked, and he would probably not like the answer, but his curiosity couldn't be controlled. Then again, petty crimes could get you imprisoned more than once too. He wasn't sure he'd stop buying prostitutes when he got out of jail, so he couldn't really judge.

"Hm.. I got arrested a year back. I was in another prison before this one. My first cellmate was pretty nice, but he got off soon. The second one was bit weird, I was sure he would stab me in my sleep, he got moved because he stabbed someone in the cafeteria. My third cellmate was pretty normal. Then I came here."
He laid back on the bed, looking at Dimitri. "You are feeling better now?"

Actually, that worried him a lot. Not only because his cellmate, though looking innocent enough, might have had the capability of being a serious criminal, but of the possibility of getting worse cellmates after him.
"What did you do?" he asked, now really feeling the need to know. It seemed serious if he had been in for that long, and even transferred between prisons.

He bit his lip, sitting up. "Don't start laughing then." He waited for a moment before he continued.
He felt his crime was a bit ridicculous. "I strangeled a woman." He waited for Dimitri's reaction.

Why would he laugh at that? That was serious! He was in for murder?!
Dimitri was starting to freak out a little, and if he hadn't been stuck in a prison cell with this guy he would have most likely left and never looked back. It wasn't fair for them to put him in a cell with a murderer when he had done nothing but paid for sex.
He stared at the man, a hundred thoughts going through his head at once, and suddenly he seemed as if he was standing a bit too close to the guy for comfort.

He tried seeing what the other guy was thinking. "You aren't freaked out are you? Don't worry, I'm not a cold blooded killer or anything." He tried convincing the other man.
"Well it wasn't like I planned it to happen. Just sorta.... happened..."

So he snapped? Did he snap often? Could that happen to Dimitri? For every word the man spoke he wanted out of there even more badly. His only instincts told him to escape the situation, but the best he could do now was not to piss the guy off.
He continued the silence, not at all sure what he should say or what his cellmate wanted to hear.

Kuzco looked down. "I'll just shut up."
He rolled to his side on the bed, turning his back at Dimitri. He couldn't really defend his crime, nor rosy it up.

He had to swallow several times before he grew the courage to speak to the man.
"What.. what did she do?" he finally asked, hoping that he would at least have a reason for it. Not that it would make his crimes less important, but it might keep Dimitri more safe if he only killed when he had a real reason to. Not just for fun.

He turned around, giving Dimitri a long look. So now he was interested? Somehow Kuzco had believed he had scared the other.
"Nothing. Me and her met at a bar, we went to her place. She had some drugs, we took them and began having fun, and when I wake up in the morning she's dead beside me with a bruise of my handprint on her neck. I ran."
He sat up. "What did you do then to get in here?"

So... it wasn't on purpose. That made him sigh relieved. He'd just have to keep the guy away from drugs and he'd be fine. Not that he believed the guy would be able to choke him even if he tried. His arms were like twigs, and probably just as easy to break. It shamed him how he had started to think of this already, but he was scared of what could happen if he didn't think ahead.
"Bought a prostitute," he let him know. He didn't want the bigger guys to know how weak and unimportant he was, but he somehow trusted this K guy not to speak of it to others.

It took Kuzco by surprise. Really?! Buying a hooker? He could have laughed at him, but it really wasn't a laughing matter.
"Was she a good lay?" He asked trying to lighten the mood again. A little grin tugging at the side of his mouth.

He couldn't blame him for laughing, he probably would've too if it wasn't him, at his question though he had to laugh.
"Experienced," he let him know, laughing with him. He supposed all prostitutes had to be experienced. He cared more about the time she lay cuddled up in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his chest. Even if he knew it was all a lie, could they blame him for feeling good?

He chuckeled. "Yeah, I'd figured as much."
He turned to face Dimitri a bit more. "I'm curious. Why would a guy like you have to result to hookers?"
He raised his hand up before Dimitri would protest. "Don't worry, I am not fancying you or anything, just pointing out you have good looks."

The whole subject made him a bit uncomfortable. He supposed he'd had his chances, but he would always end up blowing it. He just could never tell what a woman wanted, he was horrible at reading them, resulting in awkward misunderstandings and in the end he would only end up being afraid of interacting with them.
"Women are complicated," he said simply, knowing the man would agree. He never knew another man who thought women were easy to figure out, but at least they seemed managable to most.

He nodded. "Yes they are. I mean if you plan to keep them for longer than one night, then it's constantly trying to avoid all the traps and bombs.
But if you want them for one night, then it's all about making your feathers flashier than the next guys." He said with a big grinn on his face.

"Or having your wallet fatter than the next guy's," he laughed, hiding behind his own self-irony.
He knew not all women were prostitutes, and never intended to make it sound like it, but in his case it had certainly been true.
"I suppose there's no need worrying about it now. I think it will be a while before we see a woman next."

He laughed. "True, and probably true. I sure hope to see miss Lannister again."