Matt continued to stare at this huge behemoth in awe. From head to toe, the man was in perfect form. Speaking of toe, Matt noticed he was barefoot. His feet was wide, long and even had some foot hair growing along it. Matt pondered if the prison had to specially service the guys shoes.
Suddenly, the guy wolfishly gazes back at him. Taking it as a sign, Matt cowardly crept to a corner of a cell. Matt, afraid of the guy, took his mind off him and examined the cell. Cracks and rock laid everywhere and what seemed like water laid in the middle of the floor. Just looking at it filled his mouth with disgust.
Afraid to take another glance like that at that guy, Matt slowly shifts his head in the direction of the toilet. It was one of those toilets that was combined with a sink on the rear; as aspected in a prison. It's rusted and dirty look fitted well within the cell. Several flies can be seen flying about around the toilet. Luckily the man's odor was stronger the toilet's.. if you call that lucky he thought.
The guy made a small grunt which caused Matt to swing his direction towards him. "Um...", he lowly muttered. "H-hi..." As Matt expected, He had a deep baritone voice. Matt was confused though. Why did he bother to say "hi" to me? Matt realized something he completely forgot. This "Man" was also a teenager just like him. He gasped at his mind at the thought. This guy, who could easily pass as his father, and also sporting such firm sinewy muscles, was just a mere teenager. Knowing this relieved Matt, kinda.. "H-hi..", Matt softly replied. "Um, uh.. what's your name?" "Matt.. Your's?" "Theodore." As soon as Theodore said his name a small grin emerged from his scary face. He quickly wipes his nose with his monstrous hand (while making a big slurping noise) and then sticks out it in gesture. Matt was really starting to worry if this guy was okay. This guy who could easily break him in half was showing kindness? That's never a good sign. Matt then..