Page 62 of Shadowman
“What are we watching?” All three of us jump, startled by the voice that just snuck up behind us.
It’s Ren. He’s fully clothed and standing beside us, also watching Hancock drill into Benson.
Ren tilts his head, eyes lingering on the sight for a couple of extra seconds before murmuring, “Unless you wanna get jizzed on, might I suggest moving to the other side of the wall. That dude Benson canshoot… I swear to God, he could hit a target from twenty feet away.”
We’re all just staring at him until Dash lets out this raspy giggle. Then I snort. Then Luthor cackles. And before I know it, we’re all dying.
“Shut up!” Benson yelps, voice choppy from the thrusts jostling him back and forth.
“Yea, some of us are trying to picture Pedro Pascal over here!” Hancock grunts.
“Huh…?” Benson rasps, then groans.
“Let’s go,” Ren hisses, still laughing. “Now now now!”
We all hustle around the corner, tripping over each other and wheezing, like children. It’s fucking hilarious.
Sometimes this place is fun.
The rest of the shower goes on as they tend to, the four of us washing up together, sharing products and ragging on each other. Then we head to the caf for dinner.
“So, how long until you’re back in solitary?” Ren teases Dash, picking something out of his instant mashed potatoes. I don’t want to know what it was.
Dash rolls his eyes. “Funny.”
“I’m just saying…” Ren chuckles. “You spend more time in the hole than the only top at an Ariana Grande concert.”
I’m trying not to laugh too hard, and clearly so is Dash, his face flushing as he shifts in his seat.
Luthor glares at Ren, who’s snorting as his own joke. “Ren, cut the crap.”
“Oh, come on! That was funny,” Ren sneers.
“It’s fine…” Dash looks like he wants to say something more, but instead, he clears his throat and changes the subject. “Hey, Ren, you think you could give me some ink?”
Ren’s laughter cuts out, his face sweeping into pure elation. “Really?!”
Dash smirks and nods, to which Ren squeals, shimmying around in place.
“What made you decide you want one?” Luthor asks Dash.
Dash pushes food around on his plate. “I don’t know, it just feels… right.” He clears his throat. “I mean, it’s something to do, ya know?”
There’s something different about him… I can’t put my finger on it. He seems much calmer than he has been up until this point.
I don’t want to think about what kinds of issues he has… I’m just glad he’s feeling better.
Luthor is giving Dash a look, and it reminds me of the way he blushed when we were—Nope. Not thinking about it.
That’s what the journal is for.
“Let’s get you tatted, baby.” Ren winks at Dash. Then he points at me. “And you’re next.”
I shrug. “You know I’m always game,bra…tishka?” I look to Dash.
“Almost,” he chuckles.
“Get him to teach you Twat-Waffle,” Ren whispers to Dash, his eyes on mine. “I need to know how to write it for a thing…”
