Felix had always been a heavy sleeper. He failed to wake up for alarms and bright lights and now his well-being relied on getting up on cue, his body wore the marks of abuse that reflected his inability to rouse himself from slumber. Yet out of necessity his body was adjusting. Today he had awoken has the fluorescent bulb in his otherwise plain cell had flickered on and lay with his eyes shut counting the footsteps down the hallway. His stomach tightened with apprehension as the guards approached and relaxed when they stopped short of his own reinforced door. His relief was quickly replaced by apprehension and he sat up to listen as, his now only friend, B-5 (or ‘K’ as he was known the Felix) conversed with their keepers. 

Felix whispered a [color=B0C4DE][b]“No”[/b][/color] in alarm when the guards moved towards his cell instead. He stood, straightened himself out and positioned himself in the middle of his cell as chatter approached. But they never reached him, recalled by some witty remark from K. This time the [color=B0C4DE][b]“No”[/b][/color] was louder. [i]He shouldn't sacrifice himself for me. Sure he knows more about me than anyone else in the world, but that’s only because we've talked for hours and hours on end. We've never even met. [/i]At that point Felix stopped and wondered not for the first time what K actually looked like. Was the Belgian tall? Dark? Hairy? Facially attractive? A static buzz drew him from this repeated reverie. 

Then suddenly the noise outside stopped but only the same two pairs of footsteps receded. Felix lay down and savoured the cool touch of the floor on his near naked body. He turned to face the small grill in the wall beside him – the opening to an air duct that also piped to K’s room next door. The grill didn’t join the two rooms but the piping carried the vibrations from their voices into one another’s cells. He heard a small groan and couldn't help but smile. [color=B0C4DE][b]“You really have a kinky thing for tasers don’t you?” [/b][/color]