x-posted
Title: Miscommunication
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 04. Insides
Rating: PG (Wait, what?)
Summary: A conversation between T-bag and Maytag
Author's Notes: Just a really short little drabble, that I thought was funny.
"Who do you prefer, girls or guys?" Maytag asked as he leaned against the wall of their cell.
He was bored and he tended to be very talktative when he was bored. Up on the top bunk, T-bag didn't respond as he flipped through a magazine.
"Me, I prefer guys," Maytag continued, "But I guess you already knew that." He chewed his lip, not knowing if he should continue talking, as he might incur his cellmate's wrath. He sat down on the ground, bringing his knees up to his chin and absent-mindedly playing with his shirtsleeve. "You killed both, didn't you?" he asked, trying to get T-bag interested in the conversation by switching the topic to his victims.
"Mmm-hmm," T-bag replied, still ignoring Maytag.
"But you must have some kinda preference."
"Girls, guys, young, old," T-bag said, boredly.
"But what do you like about them?" Maytag continued, "There's gotta be something. Like, do you like blondes or brunettes?"
T-bag sighed. "Blondes..." he replied, then he added irrated, "...brunettes, redheads, it don't matter. S'all the same to me. Besides, it's what's on the inside that counts anyway."
Maytag chuckled. "That's sweet," he said, "Didn't figure you for the romantic type."
He smiled for a moment, thinking about what the murderer had said, before T-bag, not looking up from his magazine, replied, "I meant their guts."
"Oh."
And after that Maytag didn't ask T-bag what he liked anymore.
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 04. Insides
Rating: PG (Wait, what?)
Summary: A conversation between T-bag and Maytag
Author's Notes: Just a really short little drabble, that I thought was funny.
"Who do you prefer, girls or guys?" Maytag asked as he leaned against the wall of their cell.
He was bored and he tended to be very talktative when he was bored. Up on the top bunk, T-bag didn't respond as he flipped through a magazine.
"Me, I prefer guys," Maytag continued, "But I guess you already knew that." He chewed his lip, not knowing if he should continue talking, as he might incur his cellmate's wrath. He sat down on the ground, bringing his knees up to his chin and absent-mindedly playing with his shirtsleeve. "You killed both, didn't you?" he asked, trying to get T-bag interested in the conversation by switching the topic to his victims.
"Mmm-hmm," T-bag replied, still ignoring Maytag.
"But you must have some kinda preference."
"Girls, guys, young, old," T-bag said, boredly.
"But what do you like about them?" Maytag continued, "There's gotta be something. Like, do you like blondes or brunettes?"
T-bag sighed. "Blondes..." he replied, then he added irrated, "...brunettes, redheads, it don't matter. S'all the same to me. Besides, it's what's on the inside that counts anyway."
Maytag chuckled. "That's sweet," he said, "Didn't figure you for the romantic type."
He smiled for a moment, thinking about what the murderer had said, before T-bag, not looking up from his magazine, replied, "I meant their guts."
"Oh."
And after that Maytag didn't ask T-bag what he liked anymore.