Arnez’s eyes widened, he certainly didn’t expect Ezekiel to have actually been doing his job. “Really?... and what do I have to do with that…?” The officer’s weight shifted as he began to stand up straighter, his gaze fixated on the back of Ezekiel's head, as he couldn’t exactly make eye contact with somebody facing away from him.

Ezekiel got lower to the car’s base, his eyes narrowed noticing the entire underside of his passenger seat casted a shadow darker than Saint-James rhum, it engulfed his hand when he reached in to pull out a bottle, of which he assumed had been causing the problems he’d been having with the seat moving back and forth.

He quickly seized his train of thought, coming to the realisation it would be best to force out his words toward Arnez, he gulped a tad and flung himself upward, resting his arm on the car's roof. “I was hopin’ you’d perhaps… come investigate with me.” Ezekiel coughed, he was planning to lose more than his consciousness during his trip, he was hoping Arnez would at least call a cab for him when he did.

“You do want me to be your wingman again, don't you, Ezekiel.” Arnez appeared to have had a certain sting to his locution when he said Ezekiel’s name, as if his name itself was the insult.

“Shut up, I’m not looking to get laid.” Ezekiel hissed, rolling his eyes and shutting the door to his back seat, tucking his hand into his pocket; it was closed ever so tightly on a folded, torn sheet of paper. Arnez’s eyes widened once more when he saw it.

“You're not withholding evidence from me, are you.?” Arnez sneered, leaning in with disdain for the rat of a man he’d been forced to look at, though he was now able to make eye contact with him, it made Arnez at least a bit more comfortable.

“How desperate are you for me to get in this vehicle, for me to help you ‘look for evidence’, Ezekiel.” Arnez’s tone twisted like a dagger, he wasn’t at all impressed with Ezekiel’s foul play but was intrigued by his disparity. He was curious whether Ezekiel truly did have evidence to search for, though that was highly unlikely, Ezekiel had far too big of an ego to ever ask Arnez for help.

“Just one drink, got it? Then I'll hand it over.” Ezekiel had entirely given up on his ‘evidence’ act, he simply did just want a sip of anything other than water or cheap, thin coffee.

“Fine.” Arnez scoffed, glancing toward the VHS player stacked with paper and pens, then back toward Ezekiel; he was clearly waiting for him to move them out of the way so he could sit down.

Ezekiel walked around to the driver's side and set himself down on the seat, leaning back with a sigh and waiting for Arnez to get it, but he simply stood there. Arnez stared through the window with a growl, waiting for Ezekiel to move the random pages and trinkets off the passenger seat.

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Ezekiel threw his head back with a loud groan of pure annoyance. “Can’t you just sit in the back…‽” He huffed, watching Arnez shake his head. He was willing to stand around and wait all day if Ezekiel didn’t clear a seat for him, and that was clear.

“God, you’re so prissy…” Ezekiel scoffed and grumbled, reaching over and pulling his assortment of items into his arms, tossing them into the back seat before fixing his sleeve cuffs and dramatically waving toward the seat with a bow, mocking the officer.

“I’m not prissy, I'm refined.” Arnez rolled his eyes, gently placing himself into the vehicle and buckling himself in and crossing his legs. “Your car is a wreck, you sure you don’t need help cleaning?” Arnez stared at Ezekiel who was rummaging through his collection of CD’s. He was trying his best not to play some sort of old fashioned love song, he thought it would be awkward with Arnez in the car.

“For the last time I don’t need you drowning my vehicle in lysol, it’s clean enough.” Ezekiel tapped his foot and gave up on his search, he’d resorted to just playing a random DVD and praying for the best.

The car started and Ezekiel hung his head low with a sigh before pressing his foot to the pedal, every time he’d been in a vehicle he’d seen that person, he didn’t want to look like he’d finally lost it and freak out over it with somebody in the car with him, especially when that somebody has already had him on house arrest.

Music stayed at a reasonable volume, though Arnez adjusted the dial every once in a while. Ezekiel was keeping his eyes on the road with such intent he looked strained. He’d looked like he’d tried to shut off all peripheral vision he had and simply look straight ahead, Arnez appeared more than concerned observing the behaviour. Ezekiel had been his normal self just a few minutes before he’d began driving, but now, exactly thirteen minutes and four seconds into the drive he looked paranoid.

“Ezekiel, I’m going to switch to the regular radio.” Arnez leaned in a tad, he was hoping to get Ezekiel’s attention by speaking in a dissonant tone, it was far softer than the average aggravated voice he used when speaking to the detective.

Ezekiel placed his hand over the stereo, looking at Arnez for a moment with a heavy sigh. “We’ll be there in just a couple more minutes, you’re not changing it to listen to half a song.” Ezekiel grumbled before his ears were engulfed with a moment of static. He swiftly removed his hand from the stereo in response, causing the buzzing to stop.

“Got it.” Arnez nodded, backing away from the radio and sitting flat against the seat, though he certainly didn’t want to have any part of himself touching any part of Ezekiel’s vehicle.