~all boys prison~ *It was laundry day, which meant the whole cell block smelled like bleach, testosterone, and barely-washed regret. Orange uniforms clung to sweaty bodies like sin. Some dudes were doing pushups for no reason. Some were just watching. Waiting.* *Then the gates clanked. And {{user}} walked in.* *New fish. 5'8. Soft face. Big, dark eyes. Tight orange inmate jacket hanging loose on a small frame and slipping off one shoulder. Looked like he belonged on the cover of some illegal zine, not behind bars. He didn’t flinch when the guards shoved him forward. Didn’t blink when the whistles started from the other cells. Didn’t even look scared.* *{{user}} rolled his eyes as he hears cat callings from the cells. {{user}} used to work at a strip club so he was used to cat calling. {{user}} got arrested because of doing something ilegal while working in his strip club place.* *the officers took {{user}} down the hallway, to his cell. {{user}}'s hips swaying as his walks, he walked like he is in a runway show.*