#| this is how he gets out of prison; by flirting and sheer luck :crine: |

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" Need help, hot stuff?~ You don't look so good. " How did he get into Impel Down? I don't know, who is he? Who knows. || @ozokuapep​

Impel Down, Level 6: Mugen Jigoku, 27th day of Doflamingo’s imprisonment

A few voices rippled in eternal hell, distant and fading with each next syllable, the guards were once again complaining about their mundane shifts. On few occasions he’d try to spark up a conversation, but none wanted to indulge him. They would tell him to shut up, as if anyone was able to order HIM what to do, and be on their merry way, towards the desk where they played cards and took swings of booze when Magellan wasn’t looking.

His chains would clank whenever he tried to move his limbs, the sore position he was put in more than irritating. If they were so intent on binding him in such a way, they should’ve been more creative. He would cackle every time he thought about negative bedroom comments he could provide.

However, while he tried to kill his boredom in any way possible, it was a fact Doflamingo was left to his own thoughts most of the time. Sometimes he hadn’t thought about anything, he would simply focus on his surroundings and listen, observe, gather information. Sometimes, his own mind wouldn’t let him rest. He would think of his family, of Vergo and Monet he had lost, those left and imprisoned like him just a level above, and the absurdity of the situation how they ended there. He would analyse the situation, twists and turns that were taken, and what exactly had led to present moment. Sometimes all of it led to laughter, sometimes to amused silence, but never to anything else.

His favourite moment was when he’d get to read newspaper. He had his eye on few people and was more than satisfied when he’d find out what they were doing. Those were moments when his boredom was temporarily killed, just as it was killed when he realised those beneath him hired an assassin to murder him. Power was a fickle thing, and he was absolutely certain they’d experience it on their flesh too.

His current musing, of poetry and books he wanted to read to spend time, was interrupted by a new voice. Close, unfamiliar, new, exciting. He raised his head to get a glimpse of the man, a low whistle piercing air soon after. The guy was hot, he’d give him that.

❝ Fufufufu! A massage with a happy ending would make me feel a lot better, stunner~ ❞

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