017 - Humble

[deadly_ned]

Just.

Just an informal head-count.

How many inmates don't like the rooms they've been given?

And how...can wardens move to change it to make the living quarters more habitable? Besides the bathroom....thing. This especially concerns unpaired inmates.

Inquiring minds wish to know. I'm thinking...Extreme Make-Over: Barge edition. And possibly sectioning off a budget for inmates to use to rearrange their rooms how they like it.

Thoughts...?

Comments

[deadly_ned]

Does...what work?

[itstopped]

Do you feel less homesick?

[deadly_ned]

No.

[itstopped]

Oh. [And he sounds a little disappointed, although he clearly tries to mask it.] I see.

[deadly_ned]

Chuck.

My, um. My girlfriend.

She helps.

[itstopped]

Helps you feel better? [Or reminds him of home?]

[deadly_ned]

Yes. And...everything. She does...everything for me. I sometimes wish I could give her back one tenth of what she's done for me.

[itstopped]

That's... [There are a lot of things he could say to that, some of them unkind: he's feeling a little disappointed, a little deflated, and that sometimes makes him mean. This time, though, he shakes off his worse demons and smiles wanly.] Lucky.

[deadly_ned]

It is lucky.

I'm a very...lucky person.