"Three months!" he exclaimed, snapping to attention. He stood up suddenly and began pacing the cell quickly, clearly angered or distressed.

"I could do so many things in three months, but instead I'll be stuck here. Great," he snapped sarcastically.

"You're fucking lucky it wasn't nine months. Stop complaining." He yawned, shifting to his other side, red marks appearing on his skin as he shifted over from the cold, hard, surface. He was deadpanning at the angered male.
"I could possibly discuss it with my commander as I am technically, to put a label on it, your parole officer of sorts. You'd have to display model prisoner behavior and be practically an angel though."

He grumbled muffled 'fuck's and 'bullshit's. He was clearly angry about the situation, and he was hatching an escape plan in his head as they spoke. It wouldn't work, of curse, but he'd probably try anyway.

Dallas rolled his eyes and sat up, slowly fixing his hair, blinking at Chroma, arching an eyebrow.
"If you even think of trying to jailbreak so help me god I'm trashing your car and finding where you live and trashing every god damn thing you own."

"Again, I could always buy new stuff. My car is the only valuable thing we-... I own," he muttered, turning his head and glaring at the smaller male.

"Okay maybe I won't trash your hoodies and jackets I might just steal thos--oh. I'll trash it even more than I plan to then. Thanks for that information." He grinned cheekily at the male.
"So..unless you want your car comin' out of impound completely stripped of parts and just graffittied to hell I suggest staying put while I negotiate for your sorry ass."

He pouted, growling quietly to himself and glaring at the male. He bared his teeth in a snarl.

"God, you and all those other coppers are so annoying. Why can't I just do my thing? God."

"Because your thing's illegal." He mumbled, running his hands through his hair.
"I want to race too. High speeds are amazing. It's just the illegal part that keeps me back." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

"The only reason we got caught is you. I could be out there racing right now! Gah. What the hell do they expect someone to do in here? Shit all day?" he grumbled.

"I would have been forced to tail you with reinforcements eventually. You 'willingly' coming to the station shortened your sentence dumbass." He retorted, eyes snapping open, training on the taller male.