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rockafellerrrr on Tumblr. This is the piece that made me realize that Price belongs in sparkles.

New to rp, coming from a background of comedically serious in character parody on tumblr, now available on Twitter

myagents (https://twitter.com/AidenPriceless?s=09). Up for both crack and serious scenarios.

AUs:

Price survives on Chorus and retires, spending time observing Others
Price survives on Chorus but is arrested and put to do community service
Modern day/Pre-pfl au, where Price is just a 'regular' evil doctor.

Prompts:

While loyal to the Director, he's very much fascinated by the Chairman as he believes that there has to be some interesting psychological scar under the boring quest for money.
Even the smallest amount of distress he can cause in Others brings him great sexual fulfillment.
He sees the Director as a buffet of mental illnesses, and he's hungry! Despite being content with their current work relationship he'd love to find out more about his boss to have a more entertaining stay, and is very nosy…

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"Do you?" He tosses his braid over his shoulder with a chuckle.

"I think it would be amusing. Perhaps even style my hair elaborately with it."

Aiden's petite frame would probably look better in a dress, but that may put an even bigger target on his head. "Why, do you have one?"

"Of course not, where am I supposed to find one?"

He shrugs, with a smile on his face. Yes, he is going to leave this ambiguous.

At that instance, AM bares his teeth again in a hideous smile. "Exactly. That's why the rumor about me is so ridiculous."

It's not like they're allowed to wear anything much outside of their uniforms regardless. A dress would stick out like a sore thumb.

However, he lifts an eyebrow slightly, wondering if Aiden is inquiring about something. "But..." He continues, "If I were to guess, a care package would likely be the best way to get one. The inspecting guards are not going to care about a piece of cloth."

"I'm not sure, it would be a suspiciously large piece of cloth." Price shrugs, although still musing the idea of having a dress avaialable.

Why are they even discussing how to get a dress into the prison? Who knows.

"Well, if you know how to sew, then perhaps have several smaller pieces of cloth shipped over time, then create a dress from there."

He nearly makes a comment about how a dress of Aiden's size would not be suspiciously large, but instead he takes a sip of his water.

"I am not the best at sewing." he shrugs uncomfortably.

He ponders for a moment.

"But I can try, if you would like me to."

AM's smile grows a bit, slightly crooked at the corners.

"You sound like you want to wear a dress. If you so desire, then fine, but just know I can't protect you one hundred percent of the time."

"Why, I think we would both enjoy it if I wore one." he flutters his eyelashes.

"Oh, I might..."

There are a few ideas in mind, many of which involve ripping the dress off.

"Though your sewing would end up in vain."

"I am not very good at sewing, if I have to be honest." he chuckles bashfully "You will have do it, if you're interested."

AM's mouth again twists in a half-smirk, half scrutinizing manner. "You said you'd be willing to try, wouldn't you?"

Of course he never had to learn to sew, at least nothing beyond the very, very basics. And he had no need to do so here... at least not yet.

"Well, you seem more...Inclined to work with your hands than I am."

He gives AM a not-so-innocent look.

His smirk widens at that remark. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to learn," he agrees.

Sewing could be very useful in prison. After all, didn't the only successful escape from Alcatraz involve sewing raincoats together? "Though I would hate to have any of the other prisoners think I've gone soft."

"I am sure no one would ever think that."

He wipes his mouth, then folds the serviette again.

He smiles. "I suppose if they do think that, I can always prove them otherwise."

AM too finishes up his lunch fairly quickly, relieved again to have "real" prison food again.

"I would love to witness that."

He holds back a chuckle. The idea is very entertaining to him.

"I'm sure you will," he assures Aiden.

He shifts in his chair, propping an arm up over the back as he turns briefly to look behind him, then back at Aiden. "After all, I need to find Brickman at some point today."

"Today?" he's curious, but also concern "What are you going to do?"

He sets his elbow back on the table and drums his fingers. "What does it matter? Do you not want him to be punished?"

"Of course. I just wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

He flutters his eyelashes slowly. Masculine men are so easy, some times. He just knows he's going to respond to the call.

AM is obviously hotheaded, though secure enough in his own masculinity that he's not bothered with it being threatened. It's more amusing that anyone would think he's any less threatening if he happens to wear a dress.

"Ah... I suppose you're right. This is the first real meal I've had in a week, after all."

Damned nutraloaf.

But he lifts an eyebrow at Aiden. "Your concern is touching."

"As effective as withdrawing good food to punish a bad behaviour can be, I disagree, but that will not exactly stop the staff, so you might want to weigh the pros and cons."

He quietly growls in annoyance. He really can't afford to piss off the staff any further right now, can he? Eating nutraloaf for a week is bad enough, but what if he was forced into solitary for a month? It wouldn't be the first time.

"Fine... I suppose you're correct once in a while..." He places an elbow on the table and leans into his hand, grimacing.

"This damned human body and its psychological need for companionship and decent food..." Sometimes he really hates being human, despite not knowing any other life.

"Yes, it happens sometimes." he conceeds almost cheekily, only to be surprised by the remark about having a human body "What would you do if you did not have those needs?"

AM has plenty of misanthropy, of course, though he's not always vocal about it.

"Oh, I would do plenty," he says. "I would murder the guards. I would escape this damned place. Or..." He pauses briefly. "Perhaps I would be content with life in here."

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