That'll work. Four plates of scones and your sad, puppy-dog eyes and they'll be convinced.
[For at least a couple hours of looking the other way.]
I should be, yeah. They keep complaining about all the Voltorbs and running out of room, so they want to get rid of me.
[And Jean has, for all intents and purposes, been a model prisoner. He's quiet, polite, has been helping rebuild the wall, and his handsome boyfriend brings scones and coffee. They've also enjoyed having FCAB parked right outside the jail.]
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W-We can do that too! It's... I'd like it but it's like you said, it'll take awhile.
[If Jean got hurt, Bertolt would feel incredibly bad about the whole thing.]
I'm okay with taking our time. I promise.
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[Have you seen your dong lately, Bertolt? It's ridiculous.]
But I'm... yeah.
[Jean laughs, and then groans. A few of the Voltorbs wake up and crackle grumpily at the sound.]
I need to get out of here. I miss you so much.
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I'd say I could sneak over to the window but I think it's a little too high for both of us.
[Not to mention it'd be pretty suspicious if a Jenny found Bertolt standing on the back of his Aggron peering into the cells.]
Is there any chance they'd reduce your sentence?
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No, they'd notice you. And then we'd both be in trouble.
[Jean sighs, smiling a little sadly.]
Probably not. But a plate of those cranberry scones you make and some fresh coffee would likely net you some longer visiting hours.
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[And having him as collateral would show that he wouldn't be getting up to no good, right?]
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[Most of which are Marcel's puppies, anyway.]
Distract them with food and fluff so we can have some extra time.
DW stop eating tags pls >:( is v rood
[Maybe they'll be extra, extra nice and let him stay the night too, even if it's in their break room.
And then, a thought--]
You think you'll be out before your birthday?
so rood
[For at least a couple hours of looking the other way.]
I should be, yeah. They keep complaining about all the Voltorbs and running out of room, so they want to get rid of me.
[And Jean has, for all intents and purposes, been a model prisoner. He's quiet, polite, has been helping rebuild the wall, and his handsome boyfriend brings scones and coffee. They've also enjoyed having FCAB parked right outside the jail.]
super duper rood
[Bertolt sets the gear down for a moment - just long enough to carefully move his Purrloin - and moves to sit up against the wall.]
Is there anything you want for it? Any sort of special cake? Dinner?
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[Jean sits up too, shifting his green monkey down onto his lap. The black Oricorio wakes up and hops onto his shoulder, pecking lazily at his hair.]
I just want to sleep in my own bed again. With you.