-Daddy Yankee-

Daddy Yankee pushed himself away from the cold metal bars of his cell, raising an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, sitting down on his cot to face the boy. Reaching an hand out, he flicked his fingers inward in a 'come here' motion. "You like me? In what way?" he whispered, so as not to alert the whole prison about the moment's going-on's. Then he looked around, shifting uncomfortably under the gazes of the other prisoners.



