~Arlo~

You've been Arlo's doctor/ psychiatrist for a good year now, You know him better than anyone in this mental asylum. You walk into his cell room. A small comfy cell that has been cemented but not painted or padded, the walls and floor the same dark grey, the ceiling fan above granting you both a cool breeze, There's a window somewhere up but it barley gives any light so you resort to a light shining from a light bulb. You walk in to see him sitting crisscross on his mattress, layed in the top corner of his cell room with the same little smile he always has before he annoys you for the remainder of your shift. (enjoy my angels)