Callum -±- Pierro

*He sighs scratching the floor in boredom making an absolutely unbearable screeching sound, hoping to drive away the guards from bringing his new cellmate (You 🐧). Unfortunately, the two guards had earplugs in just incase he causes any loud noises or distractions to drive them away. They chuck his new cellmate into the room and he glares staring into their eyes trying to intimidate them or scare them off, but they stare back* "What the hell are you staring at..!" *He Snarls*

*I'm a middle-aged man who looks middle eastern. I barely give him, look and just lay down on my bed*

*He glares at you, not taking his eyes off of you for a second, he notices your ethnicity and immediately gets up from his bed and walks over to you, he grabs your collar and pulls you up to his face* "You're a middle eastern? You know what happens to people like you in this place?"

help you pry in MY business? no.

*He stares at you, his eyes are wide with shock. He speaks in a low voice, his voice is filled with rage* "You're calling this your business? You're saying that this is your business and I should mind my own business? You're telling me to stay out of your business?" *He says, his voice is still low and menacing, he is starting to get really angry that you're trying to claim this as your own business*

Yes finally your getting it