Patience was never his best trait.
Waiting always kills him a little more with each passing second and that was when he was waiting for something that would actually happen. Not like in there.
The days in there were the slowest as in street stories. No cool brawls just being awake is tiresome. From waking up to going back to sleep it's like you took twenty years to finish a day in there.
His favorite was the days when they were taken to work out and have a joint meal or a walk around the prison for twenty minutes. They call it 'The lucky twenties'.
They were as rare as having a gift from your neighbor. But, when those days came? He felt like it was Christmas and he was just five all over again.
The first day when he got out from their cell was to the gym. He was no lifter nor weightier but, there he was, beaming from ear to ear like a happy puppy.
It's something about them being out that makes everybody to be in their best behavior in the room. It's not like they were out of chains but, the whole room went silent as soon as they stepped in. The mass murderers, Devine could read what was on their faces.
"Your fans or something?" Devine asked Vion seeing everybody's eyes on them.
"Just some people who think are worth me dirtying my hands and thoughts" Replied Vion with a straight face but, Devine knew that Vion was smiling inside.
They had gone as close as they could in the past few weeks staying together, even guards are surprised nobody wanted a separate room the next day, picking up somebody's corpse or having to break up a fight between the two.
They just vibed in a strange way possible.
Vion still couldn't stand Devine's busybody personality and more than once Devine escaped being cut off his tongue by him. But, they were friends-ish.
"You work out?" Asked Vion taking a seat on an empty lifting board.
"I'll pass"
"Maintaining your figure?"
"No. I'm content to just watch... it's enough to have you as my buff-baby" Said Devine making Vion smirk at that before going on with his business.
They were inseparable on every lucky twenties.
Vion being everywhere with Devine was a bonus since he didn't really know why but, Vion was a VIP anywhere inside the prison. Devine's life was freer in there. Somehow.
He eventually got to know how picky an eater Vion was, how pitiful he gets whenever it gets cold, how he detest the library and everything in it but, loves the music to die.
"It's just for a few minutes" Said Devine taking yet another book from the shelf in the prison library, "And if we are lucky, the librarian may rent us one this time"
"But, I want to see a face off before I get stuck with you for another whole week!" Grumbled Vion seriously that it made Devine laugh aloud.
"What if I say no?" Teased Devine clicking his tongue.
"Come on!"
"Well, since it's obvious you've endured a lot in here. I suppose I should go with you to this trash of an event"
"Thank you" Said Vion dramatically like he had been waiting for that for eternity before he schooled his features and became concerned, apologetic, guilty.
"What's wrong?" Asked Devine when he saw the expression even before he saw and felt Vion's hand on his face.
"I'm sorry I scarred you" Said Vion silently.
"I look deadly this way so, thanks" Said Devine with a shrug before pushing Vion's hand away.
Vion wanted to say something more but, Devine was already dragging him out of there by the hand after he returned the book to the shelf obviously.
There's true in a sentence: Life is all about surprises.
Who can argue with that?.
It's funny since all do the things that we do in our present to shape our future but, it still comes to us as a surprise. Whether you expected it to happen or not. It still hard to believe when it actually happens.
And so, it happened to them at the face off.
With no ready or not. Trouble came knocking.