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Prompt: You're placed in a correctional facility for men. Your bunk mate? Annoyingly cocky, and seems to have it out for you. Or maybe he just thinks your cute. Either way, falling in love with someone you meet at a correctional facility does not seem most desirable."

(The starter post might be short but I normally tailor my responses to how long the other persons posts tend to be) (I'm flexible)
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Johann lay on the top bunk, waiting patiently with his hands on his stomach. There was supposedly a new guy coming in, who would be sharing a bunk with him. This made him both anxious and excited. New faces were almost always promising, kept him from getting bored too quickly. Every now and then he would glance to the door, as if expecting something. But no, nothing, not yet.

Matt was disgusted by all of the druggies and alcoholics and... The clothes. They were the real problem for him. They'd put him in some cheap, plastic feeling trousers and a too-small gray t-shirt.

He stared at the door they left him at with his suitcase in hand. He opened it, walking in without looking at anything yet as he shoved the Suitcase in front of him. He absolutely hated luggage and every complication it caused because of young childhood moves from country to country.

When he did look up, he was met with someone that he just stared at for a long while. His eyes were glazed over, calculating as a corner of his upper lip raised in a sneer.

Johann sat up when he heard the door open, legs crossed. He had a lazy smirk on his face, making eye contact when the man looked at him, not speaking until he did.

"Funny, you don't look like someone who belongs here." he uncrossed his legs and swung them over the side of the bunk. "Welcome to your new home, buddy. I'm Johann."

Matt rolled his eyes and turned around to unzip his suitcase, choosing a new shirt and shrugging the one they'd given him off.

"I'm Matt," He said, slipping on a rather large and baggy Polo t-shirt.

"Well, Matt..." Johann jumped down from his bunk. "I think we'll be good friends. Besties even."

He held out his hand, the other in his pocket. Johann had a wide, cocky grin on his face. The tone in his voice wasn't the most welcoming either.

"I don't," Matt said, not even acknowledging the guy's hand. He looked at the beds, his lip raising yet again as he sat down on the unoccupied one. He wanted to complain about how there was nothing to do, but he also didn't want the other man in the room to get the impression that he wanted a relationship of any kind.

Johann shrugged and leaned up against the wall. Fine, he thought, he liked it when they played hard to get, it was fun that way. The easy ones got boring, but...Matt seemed promising.

"So...what did they send you here for, huh?"

"Drinking," He answered. It wasn't true, of course, but why tell him? He didn't have an inclination or a right to know. Matt just preferred he stay on his side of the room and not bother him.

"...Hmph." Johann was quiet for a minute. "Quiet type, huh? I can dig the quiet type. Come on, I'm not gonna bite...humor me a bit?"

Johann grinned as he approached the bed. "Where you from?"

Matt regarded him with a bit of a haughty looo, then turned on his side, facing away from him. "As far as you're concerned, I'm from Mars." He mumbled, then added quietly to himself, "También me gustaría que estemos tan distantes (I'd also like for us to be that far apart)."

Johann chuckled, and climbed onto the top bunk. Upon reaching the top he slowly leaned over the side, facing Matt upside down.

"You know, your kinda sexy when you speak Spanish."

Matt glared at him, then said, "My mistake."

In reality it made him feel uncomfortable and out of control, two things that he absolutely hated. It even made his face heat a bit, but his naturally tan complexion hid it perfectly.

Johann grinned and pulled himself back up. He laid on his back, quiet for a bit...until he broke out in song. A love song, no doubt. But he made sure he was loud, loud enough for others in different cells to hear.

Matt furrowed his eyebrows, then got up, opening the door angrily and slamming it hard enough to leave a splintering sound behind him. He would eventually map out the building--preferably at night time--but for now he was intent on just going to the Main Room, aka Media Room.

Johann grinned widely and turned on his side. He decided to leave the other alone for a bit, enough to cool down at least. But he definitely wasn't giving up. He'd wait maybe an hour or so if Matt hadn't returned already before leaving the room to find his bunk mate.

Matt sat on an empty couch and put his index fingers on his temples and rested the pads of his thumbs up against his cheekbones. He was meditating a bit.

Honestly, cocky people were the worst form of people to him. He didn't understand them. They were perfectly normal--stupid, simple and ignorant--but proud of it. What in that set was worthy of being proud of?

Eventually Johann found his way to where Matt was currently, but he didn't approach him right away. He watched him for a moment, a wide grin on his face. After this he slowly walked up behind the couch Matt was sitting on.

"Hey sweetheart, whatcha up to?"

Matt muffled his jump to moving positions.

"I was trying to get some peace, but... then you showed up," He said, pursing his mouth at the end.

"I think you like when I bother you." Johann winked and leaned over. "And I like to bother you."

Matt took in a deep breath.

"You only know my name and my ethnicity. You hardly know anything about me, honestly. For you to be making deductions this short into knowing me and without an intellect like mine is ludicrous and so stupid that I honestly find it revolting. So no, I don't like it when you bother me," He growled.