[AM knows Moran somewhat; he's been here a year, hasn't he? Sure, in the business world, AM could tolerate that ridiculous manner of speech. In fact, he almost admires it, finding it more pleasant to the ears than the constant swearing and hollering he usually hears. (Then again, he rather likes the hollering when he's the one causing it.)
He is relaxing on his bunk when suddenly the door opens and he hears that familiar British accent, attempting to rile up the guards in a rather... interesting way.
Whatever. He doesn't bother getting up. He was going to have a nap.
But then he hears rummaging. AM likes to think his senses are highly trained to certain sounds, keyed in to make sure that he stayed uncaught for so long, so when that familiar ruffle reaches his ears, he springs up to find Moran pulling out one of his shivs.]
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He is relaxing on his bunk when suddenly the door opens and he hears that familiar British accent, attempting to rile up the guards in a rather... interesting way.
Whatever. He doesn't bother getting up. He was going to have a nap.
But then he hears rummaging. AM likes to think his senses are highly trained to certain sounds, keyed in to make sure that he stayed uncaught for so long, so when that familiar ruffle reaches his ears, he springs up to find Moran pulling out one of his shivs.]
What are you doing?!
[Watch AM glare down at him.]