monimickell whispered: sitting in a small cell at the university security department to see old childhood friend, badboy!calum being dragged into the cell ajacent to yours. "Strike two Hood." the officer told him and he made eye contact with you as his door shut. "Can I help you?" He asked coldy. ( i don't know where to go from here.)

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“what are you in for this time?” you ask, knowing fully well that even when you two were little, he had always been getting into trouble. whether it was for getting dirt on his sunday clothes, or climbing trees when he was meant to be playing during recess, it seemed that calum had a knack for getting into trouble.

“none of your business,” he skulks, sitting down on the bench in the corner of the cell. “what about you? never thought you as the type to end up in here.”

“public intoxication,” you reply cutly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

calum nods knowingly, grinning at you. “nice.”

the campus security guard comes with the key, signaling the end of your short time behind bars. before you get up and leave, you nod to calum, “do me a favor? don’t get to strike three.”

calum smiles, looking down at the tattoos on his hands. “you got it.”

finishing up the ones I have, no more please!!