steal..."So, what do you think?" Paine asked
the boy."I think you need to cut down on his raw meat."
Bogey joked, slightly smirking. "But let's get serious..."
The teen looked at him with those purple eyes, and all of a sudden
Paine had a flashback."He's got his mother's
eyes...""Yeah, to bad he has your chin...""Hey,
you still there?" Bogey asked him, Paine just nodded and they
continued the plan. A few days ago, he met this "Bogey"
Again, in the recreational area of the prison. This time Paine was
willing to investigate further."What do you want?"
Bogey asked, sitting on a dingy wooden bench. Paine just approached
him and pulled some blue hairs from his head. "What was that
for?!" Bogey yelled, his eyes slightly teary."This
isn't dye... when did you get this?""I dunno... around
my 18th birthday... why do you want to know?" Bogey was still
slightly offended by those hairs being ripped out."And when
were you born?""I... I don't know exactly..." All
of a sudden Bogey didn't look mad anymore, he looked rather
sad."C'mon, someone with your ego that doesn't know his
birthday?""You wanna know?! I celebrate it at May 17th,
the day I was found in a trash container!" Bogey shouted,
clearly upset. "Why would you care anyway, my mom sure
didn't..." With that he turned around and left, tears ...