Morning After

"I hope you two will be very happy together," he teased. They both knew she was way out of his league, and a guard would never consider a prisoner that way. Though he found her just as appealing as his cellmate obviously did, he wouldn't waste his time fantasizing about someone he could never get.
"I... forgot your name," he admitted bashful after a few moments. He couldn't just keep calling him 'K' or 'the cellmate' in his head.

Kuzco stayed silent for a while, just staring at Dimitri.
He tried to remember the time when he had introduced himself. Well, it was probably because of the headache.
He burst out laughing. "Kuzco. Kuzco Rodrigues. Though if you want to use a nickname go ahead."

Now he understood why he had forgotten so easily. "Quite unusual name. Not from here, are you?" he laughed, trying to cover up his own awkwardness of forgetting his name already. He had mentioned it just the night before!
"I'll try to remember this time, don't worry," he smiled friendly, making a mental note of his name this time. It would just be far too awkward to forget twice.

He couldn't help but grinn. "Naah, I am from the states. My mom and pops went on their delayed honeymoon to Peru and they visited those temple ruins there. Nine months later me."
That, and his mother was a history enthusiast.
"Don't worry about it. My boss kept calling me Coco for two whole weeks before he finally read my name right." He gave a little laugh. "I told him it wasn't my name, but he just complained why boys had to be named after girls nowdays. Stubborn old fool he is."

He tried to hold his laughter but couldn't. Coco, how perfect was that?!
The story only made him laugh harder until it was hard for him to speak even if he had wanted to.
"Coco," he finally said in between spurts of laughter. "I think we just found your new nickname." He could easily forget Kuzco, but there was no way he would ever forget Coco.

He stopped smiling. "Please don't start using that. I don't want to be the prison bitch."
Just the tought of it made him shiver.

He kept laughing, even more amused at Kuzco's frightened face.
"Don't worry, I'm only teasing you," he said eventually and wiped a couple of tears from his eyes as he calmed down.
"I'll make sure I remember this time, Kuzco," he said and winked at the other guy.

He took a mock horror in his face. "Oh no!! Now you will make me your bitch!!" He was joking ofcourse, almost bursting out laughing.

"You could've done so much worse," he teased, entering a new fit of laughter at Kuzco's joke.
He had to lay down on his bed to stretch out the cramps his stomach-muscles were giving him. "What are you saying Kuzco, are my hefty muscles not good enough for you?"

He pouted. "You know, I don't swing that way. So could you wrap the jokes up?"
At first it had been funny, but now it didn't feel like it anymore. "Please?"

He stopped laughing and turned to look at Kuzco rather confused. He'd been the one to bring it up, and he couldn't remember ever joking about homosexuality before. If anything, Kuzco had been the one to bring that up too.
He supposed he had just accidentally hit a weak spot on the guy, maybe he'd been teased for it at school or something. Either way he hadn't meant to, and it made him feel kind of bad for having upset the guy.
"Sorry... didn't mean to get you upset..."

He felt a bit embarassed.
He never minded making a few jokes about himself before others would have the chance. But when the laughing didn't stop, it usually just made him feel insecure.
"Sorry... I can laugh and make jokes about myself... But that doesn't mean I don't feel the hurt when it hits home."

At first he was confused about his statement, how would that hit home unless...?
"Oh.. I didn't mean to- I have nothing against homosexuals or anything," he said, not even knowing if that was what Kuzco had meant, but if it was he felt the instant need to apologize. Suddenly he regretted the gay jokes, but he hadn't known. And they were just jokes, didn't mean he didn't like gay people.

"NO!!!! I am not gay! I don't have anything against them either as long as they don't try and rape me!" He covered his face with his hand. Okay this was getting awkward.

A part of him felt relieved he had been wrong. Not that he minded homosexuality, but he'd rather not be stuck in a cell alone, in his underwear with a homosexual murderer. It was an ugly thought of Kuzco, but he couldn't help it, he still felt a little bit freaked out from his earlier confession.
"Were you..." he started to ask once his mind found a new possible reason for Kuzco's reactions, but he stopped himself from asking once he realized it would be a sensitive subject, and probably one Kuzco wouldn't want to talk about. Still, he couldn't help but look at him as he awaited an answer.

He shook his head, still covering his face with his hand.
He let it slide down as he sighed. "No, I haven't been raped. And I don't want to either. But I also know that I don't have the muscels to fight it if I were." He pointed to himself.
Perhaps admitting you were scared was not the brightes idea in a prison, but he didn't care right now.

"Oh..." He felt bad for him now. "Well, good thing you're not pretty." He tried to say it as a joke, to make him feel better, but he couldn't even laugh without it sounding fake, and so it faded out before he had even begun chuckling.
"Just... try not to speak up to anyone... it should be okay. You've been in prison for a while right, nothing happened so far." He tried smiling reassuringly, but even that looked weak and fake.

He gave a little laugh at the pretty comment. It didn't really reassure him, but it helped a little.
"True. But I have been praying alot, so I can't take all the credit on that."
He didn't really show it much, but he believed in higher guidance.

He mentally frowned at the praying part, but he supposed if Kuzco wanted to believe, he had no right to stop him. "Well... I suppose you just keep on praying then," he answered. Not because he believed in any of it, but if it would cheer Kuzco up a little, what was the harm in saying it?

He smiled a bit. "Yeah. I will. Thanks."

OOC: >.< sooooooooo sooooorrryyyy I didn't know what else to write

[OOC: That's okay, dw ^^ No need to apologize ^^]

They didn't say anything for a while. He guessed neither of them knew what to say anymore.
"Good thing this room isn't cold, or we'd get so sick by tomorrow," he said grinning childishly at the idea that they were two grown men, sitting wet in their underwear after a waterfight in the shower. Probably a good idea not to mention that to anyone else....

He grinned too. "Yeah. That is an experience I wouldn't want in here."
Sure getting sick wasn't so bad normally. But he wasn't sure if he'd get any medicine here.
And being vunelrable here could end up badly too.

At least no one would touch you if you had the flue, he almost said, but kept his tounge. It was probably not good to bring that up now that they'd just changed the subject for the better. It was true though..
"What was your life like on the outside?" he asked. They were probably both thinking about it and missing it, so no use in keeping silent about it. "Family? Friends?"

"Yeah, big one. Two older brothers and a little sister. And mom and dad are still alive. Granma lives in the first floor of the apartment building my folks live in. I moved away when I was 18, and I hav.. had a job in real life.
I had a group of friends I went partying with alot."
He took a pause, sighing. "How about you?"

"I have a mom and a little sister." He admitted. "I moved for my studies a few years back, but I never moved back. I havn't seen them in a while other than the occasional phonecalls." Now that he was in jail he wished he would've spent some more time with his family, but it was easy to miss things when you knew you wouldn't see them again. His family most likely wouldn't visit, and he couldn't blame them, it was a long trip from where they lived, for nothing but a depressing conversation.
"I had one friend, but we were never really close, just someone to hang out with, you know?"