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[Private to Mickey]

[Isaac so did not expect to get a friend as his inmate. This really makes things awkward. He both wants to read Mickey's file and doesn't want to even think about it sitting there on his desk, considering what he does know about the guy's life. He keeps glancing over at it like it's going to flip open on its own or something.]

So. You saw, huh?

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[americasdirtiest]

Yeah. Maybe.

[And now he actually feels just a little bit guilty for taking Iris's help, even though no power in the universe would have him ask her to take it back. It's truly bizarre to think he has something over his own warden, someone he doesn't even want to have anything over, but he kind of does. He clears his throat, scratching at his jaw.]

Iris, uh, gave me hers, too. Like for when what's-her-face graduates.

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[freezerburns]

[He glances up with a frown. His own desperate determination to get his deal wars with what he knows about Iris: that she's kind and weird and loving. He could see it, from her. He's still surprised, though. Doesn't everyone need something?]

What-- really? She doesn't... want something herself?

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[americasdirtiest]

I guess not. She's a lifer, right? She's already graduated half a prison-full just by herself, is what I heard.

[Which means that, yeah, Mickey's incentive is pretty low right now. He shifts uncomfortably, biting his lip. Can he get motivated for someone he barely knows? Iris is, but he's not even going to pretend like she's not a thousand times better than he is. For Mickey... it definitely doesn't feel easy, but he tries to throw Isaac a bone.]

So what now, Attica?

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[freezerburns]

[Man, he wishes he had a good answer to that. He really does. Instead, he had no idea where he's supposed to go next. He's just a teenager, just a kid and he feels pretty massively out of his depth with this whole wardening thing. He totally needs to talk this out with Scott, maybe with Allison. Or just take some time and think about what he knows about Mickey and what he's supposed to be helping him with.

For now, he just sits back a little in his chair with a sigh.]

Good question, dude. You need anything?

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[americasdirtiest]

Not really.

[He is, after all, ghetto-married to dating a warden; his booze and cigarette needs are covered.]

Not unless you can get me my guns back.

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Who're you planning on shooting?

[Partly a joke, except there's obviously people Mickey's got problems with. Not that Jerry doesn't deserve a half dozenn bullets to the face, but. That's probably not something a warden should encourage.]

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[americasdirtiest]

No one yet.

[Because let's be real, he's not taking the option off the table.]

I like guns. Stress release or whatever. Plus, you really think it's cool the Admiral says I can't defend what's mine in this fucking place?