It was only the next day, when we sat together for breakfast again, that Henry pointed at my cellmate.
"Who is he?"
"Ask him." It seemed I had never asked him for his name.
"No. Who is he to you?" Henry clarified.
"Cellmate." I said, already tired from a night of training my ability so that I could sleep in the white room. I had often drunk through the night in the past, but there were always some lamps on. At night, and in the darkness, it was actually challenging to stay awake.
"Can I become your cellmate?" Henry asked.
"You think this is a school trip?" I asked him in annoyance.
"And my cellmate and I are already shitting buddies, don't need another one." He will be my first and my last.
"Is he your dog?" Henry asked, and I smacked him in the face with my palm.
"No? Human? Don't involve us in your shitty SM plays." I saw Henry looking relieved and thought that he was one lunatic of a motherfucker.
"Why do you look like crap?" Henry couldn't shut his mouth,
"I don't sleep at night, so I can sleep in the white room."
"How often are you going there?"
"Two times a day for each four hours. Now eat and shut it."
"I didn't tell you something yesterday..." Henry went all ominous again.
"What is it?" My annoyance was dripping out of each of my pores.
"My eyes have changed." He pointed at them.
"They are more blue than before crossing into the parallel world. I can also see in the dark, and I think I got stronger as well."
Looking at him closer, it really seemed to be the case.
"Huh."
"Is that a gain we get from crossing?" I asked nobody specific.
"Can you see in the dark?" Henry asked me.
"No. Maybe a bit better than before, but nothing extreme. But my wounds heal faster." I held my askew fingers up.
"They grow together even if I break them, and I can still use them, and they don't hurt." I think I broke something when punching the bulletproof glass when Lauren visited. Soon it was, however, good again.
"They look bizarre." Henry put his bigger palm against mine, and I flung my hand away.
"Paws off."
Soon, the guard came and brought me to the white room, where I tried to train my body, but I was too tired, directly nodding off. Awoken by the guard again, I was brought for lunch.
I was taken to the dining room, where I landed on the same table as Henry and my cellmate. This time there was even a fourth person, the long-haired man, present.
When he sat down, I made a point to sigh heavily. I don't want him here, I want to eat and not think back to the picture of him being staked by that muscular guy.
"Can you sit somewhere else?" Henry asked with a wicked smile.
"That's called discrimination." The gay man played with his hair and made no movement to go away.
I dug in and ignored the embarrassing small talk he tried to make with Henry. If Henry was a real obedient dog, he would have led this man away from me.
"Why are you sentenced?" Gay man.
"Isn't it impolite to ask that?" Sly smile.
"It is, but I am really impolite to begin with." Gay man.
"Why don't you change your ways?" Sly grin.
"Because it pays the rent." Gay man imitated Henry's expression.
I had no appetite anymore and pressed my palms on my eyes, propping my head on them. The old dragon was still not found, at least I wasn't informed. In the morning, I had tried to bribe the same guard again to get to make a phone call, but he ignored me.
"What's wrong?" Henry elbowed me.
"Nothing. Can't you get a room, or do the flirting somewhere else? I have no problem with your kind until you rub it in my face." I spoke without looking up.
"Isn't that deep-closet behavior?" The gay man commented, and I wanted to start screaming randomly.
"You know why I didn't flirt with you?" He followed up with the tilt of his head.
"Because you look like a shuo. We are the same."
I had a bad guess and looked at him.
"What the fuck is a shuo?"
"The receiver. Who~gets~it~in~his~ass." He hadn't finished the sentence when my body was ready to lunge at him, but Henry held me back.
"HANDS OFF!" I yelled, as Henry's hand gripped my neck from behind, his other hand had slung around my waist.
"Behave. We'll take care of him in the prison yard." He whispered in my ear.
I just headbutted him and stood up, walking to the trash for the disposable plates and leftovers, emptying everything inside. Even the fucking plates are out of paper, nothing to hurt anyone with. The tray was, in fact, also just made of a thin carton that would disperse when it came into contact with water.
The guards eyed me; naturally, the baldies were as well, but nobody came to me.
I let myself get cuffed and was brought to the yard, away from these gay motherfuckers. In the yard, I was completely uncuffed and went to a corner for a smoke.
I always conjured up already burning cigarettes since day on, so I had at least two minutes because it was just one thing. Regrettably, I could not increase the two minutes of holding on to my conjured-up things, albeit my nightly training. But, and that was even more important, I could meanwhile let things in my palm appear without the throwing and catching motion of a coin.
It were only the burning cigarette, my kitchen knife, and cake; because those were the things I had conjured up the most. But it was already helpful.
When fighting in the showers, I also didn't do much of a motion, before having the knife in my palm. I think it was because it was a life or death matter. With the cigarettes and such small things, a small motion was enough, but now I didn't need any motion at all.
Really good. At night, I will train with the baton, which surely would make out a good weapon.