Sleight of Hand [Open]
The bunks here weren’t so bad, not compared to the frozen iron cages in the Chill anyway. Rythe laid stretched out on the bed in his, or rather their, cell. He had propped one foot against the madras and was now resting the other leg on that knee, slowly bobbing his foot up and down. The Imperial turned his head towards his cellmate and smirked, letting out a short ‘hmm’ as he turned back to rest on the hands he had put behind head.
However, it still took some time before he said something that was actual words. “So, what are you in for?” he asked, looking up at the stone ceiling with slightly raised eyebrows, his foot still bobbing up and down.