Easy + Audrey: the Neighborhood
Easy wasn't all that large, not extraordinarily so. Thing was, there wasn't a lot a guy could do in a jail except read books and work out. He did both, seeing as neither was real possible to do all the time and he liked habit. He got into them easy. They shaped a day. Bookended it with habits about waking and going to bed and the rest of the day went by. She was small, the girl and he'd known within about three minutes of looking at her that she wasn't just a girl at all.
Easy, he held his tongue. Didn't see no way saying anything about what she was made things better for him. In fact, could be it cost him the job and the money to do the work. He didn't look at her. His eyes slid sideways and didn't light on any of that black, or exposed skin or even the red streak of her mouth. He kept his eyes on her face if he said anything direct, and he looked elsewhere if he didn't. Faint stench in the air made him think of matches, a whole book of 'em struck one by one.
Easy looked at the walls, looked at the windows, looked at the girl who weren't home, because something else was. "You need a contractor for that," he said finally, weighing up his words. Easy didn't talk a lot. That weren't jail. That was him. Hadn't talked a whole lot before he spent a lot of time sat on his ass, didn't see a whole lot to talk about.
"You're gonna need to clear that lot out before you start on the walls. Hard to work around it." The books. The bed. "Looks like a hurricane came through." It didn't, exactly. But it was the closest thing. Didn't know why the thing dressed up as a girl wanted to go fixing up a room, but he held his tongue on that, too.
Touched the wall. Leaned against it with his palm flat. "Couple days work. Forty an hour. Maybe two and a half. Strip it back, re-plaster. No paint, paint's extra." Looked at her now, face mild. Easy kept his face mild a lot of the time.