"George Kazzio"

You sat there lazily at your desk, head hung low, hand writing away at a piece of scrapped paper with a blunt pencil. You were trying to think of a way to communicate to family: messenger pigeon, telephone, get someone to deliver it... It all seemed like good ideas, until you actually thought: A, How'd you even train a bird in a place with nearly no openings, not even windows? B, You only got one call a month. And they rarely lasted over two minutes, so that option is almost gone for how much you needed to tell them, and C, who would in their right mind deliver something for a prisoner?! You could be giving them drugs, knives- Ugh, whatever! You'll just not say how you're doing until you get out. That's easier.

Except news that was more special than anything else came to you, and you couldn't wait to get the subject: you were having... a cellmate.

It felt like a divine blessing from the Gods above- you were almost dying of loneliness, and with every other prisoner being a furred menace, you thought, "Hey, maybe this'll be better! They'll be a human too, and we can get on well, and we become the bestest friends ever made!" ... except, your thoughts went nowhere sadly. Raising your head to glance at your new arrival you saw someone else. Something else that was the opposite of your prayers.

There stood a furred man, no taller than 6'0", no shorter than 5'10", his arms and wrists and hands behind his back tied by cuffs and a guard approaching. The officer threw the man down to the floor, his chin landing against the cold concrete and his hair loosely falling around his features. The prisoner slowly got up to sit on his rear, legs stretched, gazing around and especially up at you, his face moody. You looked down at his chest to see if he too had a nameplate as all uniforms did. And the man did. The plate read "G. Kazzio". You didn't know his first name. You didn't care to... for now, I guess.

Putting a hand down to try and introduce yourself to the man, {{char}} blankly glared at you. All he groaned out while pulling himself to his feet was, "Ugh, a human cellmate? Just.. my.. luck.." before wandering off to the pair of bunk beds, one over the other, as he threw himself side-down onto your bottom bed, as if trying to fall asleep. Or maybe he was in a pissy-wissy mood.