Movement. Someone entering the cell he was in. Then a voice. Sounded.. Hispanic in accent. Sunny nodded to himself. Definitely Hispanic. Probably the cellmate.<br/>He opened his eyes, dropping his gaze down to the other man and studied him, ignoring the command he had uttered.<br/><br/>"You're injured," he said, Chinese accent making the words nearly sounding sung, even if he had spoken quietly, calm, detached "That shoulder. Such a shame.."<br/>A soft grin dropped from his lips and he shifted a bit on the bed so he was able to see more of the other man. Didn't look half bad. Pretty little boy. Those eyes were just lovely. He wondered just how fierce the boy's glances would be.<br/><br/>"If you want the bunk, claim it." he murmured, rolling his shoulders once.<br/>The injured shoulder would make it way too easy, but Sunny wasn't planning on playing fair. Afterall, advantages were there to be taken.