Lucy walked around to Miriam’s door side first, the door handle clicked and Lucy helped Miriam up into the truck, holding her dessert while she did so. Whether she needed it or not, Lucy liked being of help to Miriam, even for the simplest tasks. “Ezekiel, are you sure you don’t want anything?” Miriam glanced back at Ezekiel while Lucy handed Miriam her Ice cream and shook her head. “I’m not goin’ back in there, if he wants somethin’ he can get it himself.” Lucy slightly laughed at her statement, the two of them giggled to each other, it was clearly an inside joke, most likely referencing something that had happened inside the shop or perhaps before.
“It’s fine I''m… I''m good.” Ezekiel nodded to himself, looking back at the bus stop, he felt a bit stalker-ish, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to look at them, or perhaps it. He assumed it was just a normal person, minding their business, and he did genuinely feel weird watching them with such intent, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t meant to be here, like they didn’t belong in the setting.
Lucy’s door slamming shut, encasing her in the vehicle, snapped Ezekiel back to his senses. He stopped looking at the poncho wearing figure and leaned back, exhaling with a slight gulp, the door shutting had scared him, and he just wanted to get home.
Lucy placed her key in the ignition, turning it and causing the truck’s engine to start running; the radio ran static before glitching to life, Lucy needed a new stereo but she refused to replace it with anything other than a direct copy or model of the stereo she currently owned, it was the original radio for her truck, she was odd when it came to truck parts.
Music began blaring when Lucy was done playing around with the radio stations. Ezekiel was staring at the roof of the truck, it was felted, grey, it looked soft. “Lu, i think we should get a dog.” Miriam blurted out while Lucy reversed the truck, her arm resting over the back of her seat while she stared back. “Ria, we already have enough fish. I don''t think we need a dog, dear.” Lucy slightly chuckled at the comment, Miriam smiled and laughed along. Miriam quite enjoyed asking Lucy for outrageous things to see how she’d react, of course she’d never ask for something like a new house or a new stereo, even if Lucy needed it. She merely liked to discuss little things with Lucy, she simply enjoyed her company.
“I suppose you’re right, though.. Oh! Lucy, darling, we should get another Blenny.” Miriam smirked quite deviously, as if she was both joking and serious. Miriam had a habit of collecting fish that Lucy never failed to help her indulge in.
Lucy shook her head, smiling toward Miriam while she put the vehicle in drive. “Fine, but we’re not getting another blue one, we have enough.” Lucy turned her gaze to the road and began her drive toward Ezekiel’s apartment. Ezekiel was still convinced the only reason Lucy still had a licence ws because she herself was an officer, the speed at which she drove on average could send a victorian boy into shell shock.
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It was a genuine surprise that Lucy could even stop for stop signs and red lights with the speed she was going, it seems nobody at the station really cared though, as long as nothing bad came of it and as long as she made it to work on time, everybody was pretty lenient.
Lucy soon came to a stop in front of Ezekiel’s apartment, looking back and gesturing for him to get out. Ezekiel nodded and pushed the door open with a bit of a struggle, sliding out of the vehicle and stumbling his way up the apartment steps. He turned around for a moment and gave a wave directed at Miriam, followed by a smirk as he flipped Lucy off, jokingly, and entered the complex with the sound of Lucy’s laughter behind him.
The door slammed behind him, it was the only sound the door made, it was well kept and the hinges were frequently checked, unlike the hinges on the doors in Ezekiel’s apartment, he’s surprised he hasn’t been evicted yet but i suppose as long as he can pay the rent and since he doesn’t make much noise, they haven’t exactly had a reason to check on him, which means they haven’t had a reason to kick him out.
Ezekiel placed his key in the metallic, silver door handle, turning said key was honestly a bit of a tussle, but he managed to open it eventually. He entered the more than messy apartment, kicking a bottle that sat near the door and gently closing the door behind him and exhaling abruptly. “This place is a hell hole…” He spoke to himself, not even bothering to remove his boots in fear of stepping on shards of glass.
He made his way over to the coffee table, slowly, and barely picking up his feet; he reached for the drawer on the far right, placing his house key meticulously in the exact aligned spot it was meant to sit, right under the sticky note that stated so. In return he grasped the key to his bedroom, a place he rarely visits, a place he dislikes visiting.
His feet felt heavier than usual as he headed toward the room, it was far easier to unlock than the front door, the lock was rarely used which caused it to be in far better shape than any other lock in the house, locks that Ezekiel frequently locked and unlocked, he locked just about everything.
As the stream of light from the kitchen window spread across the living room it soon too entered the bedroom, the door creaking open to once again reveal a dark room missing light bulbs and even one of the switches, Ezekiel couldn’t remember if he removed it himself or if it was simply like that. There were papers spread across the floor from old cases that the station refused to let Ezekiel continue, or some from cases he’d already solved. Ezekiel had a habit of keeping old documents, which is what led to this mess. One day he simply grew too unbothered by leaving documents around and just simply stopped putting them away, he rarely used his bedroom around the time anyway, so he decided to use the room to store said documents. It began to spread over the years and the documents covered every square metre of the room.