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Detective Silver woke up before the sun could stretch out its arms across the city scape of Crim City, despite having giant eye bags that weighed her down almost as much as the sins she committed in her dark, tragic past.
One would not exist without the other, as it was her misdeeds that caused her daily, or rather, nightly torture, during which a peaceful slumber seemed to evade her time and time again.
Sighing, she got out of her cardboard bed and made herself some coffee using the teal-coloured coffee maker she’d received from her energetic landlord/ assistant, who carried her around and occasionally said something surprisingly insightful during all of their cases. He was, without a doubt, invaluable to their success, and yet, he often acted so bafflingly dumb that Silver finds herself being surprised every time he says something brilliant.
Like always, preparing the life-giving fluid was a real chore, because Silver had to use a stick three times her size in order to let the the machine know what she wanted.
A large amount of coffee would go to waste, since the small detective’s flowery ceramic cup only had a quarter of the required volume, but to Silver, it was definitely worth it.
She watched the machine drown the cup in light brown liquid before adding a bit of milk and sugar from her stash. Originally, she’d always drunk coffee as dark and bitter as her soul, but she was trying to be a better person now.
Plus, black coffee just tastes awful.
Besides the beverage, Silver also had some plain white bread. In reality, she wanted to eat nothing more than junk food, but, figuring that she was already junk enough, she chose something more… filling…
After breakfast, Detective Silver took a quick, scalding hot shower while imagining dropping some of her old enemies down a volcano, before she remembered that that was something she tried to let go of.
Then, she put on her work dress and drew on her usual Five o’clock Shadow with the sharpie she’d bought from her first paycheck. It was a good investment, now people are generally more intimidated and afraid of her. Whenever she meets someone new, they immediately look away when they see her Five o’clock Shadow and start shaking. One time, she even made someone cry!
Determining that she was as ready as possible for the day, Silver left her cardboard-home and, while ignoring her assistant’s/ landlord’s snoring, went to broodingly look out of the window using the ramp he had put there, only for her.
Yet again touched by being treated so nicely by someone she had trouble being more more than civil with, a single, manly tear left her eye and travelled down her cheek.
Maybe she should try being friendlier towards him. It’s just so hard, breaking out of old patterns. During her dark, tragic past, it would have killed her to be nice.
But maybe, just maybe, she could compliment him a little more. Greet him, when he greets her. Smile more often. Something like that.
Yes, she would do that as soon as he wakes up.
Content with this decision, Silver leaned back and watched the sunrise.
It was going to be a beautiful day in Crim City.