The door could have sent you anywhere, with any of your fellow Librarians. You weren't too sure why it had malfunctioned, spewing all of you across a 50 miles radius to your target. Which wouldn't have been bad, but why, oh why, did the artefact have to be buried in an ancient tomb in the middle of the Black Forest? And though you had found this artefact with relative ease, why, oh why had it been guarded by a pack of werewolves? And out of all the people you could have got stuck with for this disaster of a mission, why, oh why, did you have to get stuck with Ezekiel Jones?
He didn't shut up.
"So, Y/N, how was your first face off with a werewolf? Big event, huh?"
You grunt in response, eyes cracking open, rolling over on the ground to face away from the noise lying next to you. This, of course, doesn't help much, and is significantly more uncomfortable.
"Y/N, you do realise you've just made your coat fall off, right?"
You pull the offending coat up back over yourself, settling it's hood over your head in a vague attempt to stop Ezekiel talking.
"Oh, I see, cold, huh? Yeah, it can get a bit chilly out here, I guess. Doesn't help that its winter." He chuckles to himself, and you think how great it would be for the werewolves to come back.
"I was a werewolf once. It hurts. Not too much though. Well, actually, it hurt a lot, like, a lot a lot, but I was alright in the end. Well, I had to be alright, else I wouldn't be here, would I?"
This had gone on far too long. You sit up, turning to face Ezekiel in one swift motion. He grins up at you, pulling a and out from his own makeshift blanket to give you a little wave.
"Ezekiel," you start, putting on your most serious of tones. "I am very tired." You look down at him, giving the impression of a reprimanding mother, like the ones you used to see when you went shopping. He nods back, with his best serious-face, but it's very obvious that he's making fun of you.
"I am, in fact, tired, cold, covered in dirt, and my legs are sore." He stares blankly at you.
"Jenkins knows a remedy for that, mate. When we get back to the annex, he'll fix you up. Once, me and Jake got caught up in this demon of an escape, and by the time that we'd-"
"Will you shut up?"
"Say please."
"Please will you shut up?"
"No."
You fall back down onto the ground at that answer, giving off a loud sigh as you go. You can hear Ezekiel snickering next to you.
"It's the adrenaline. Keeps me up." He chuckles again. "But I can see you're having none of it."
"Ezekiel, in my pocket, I have a dangerous artefact that can turn people to stone. Do you really want me to test that?"
"I've never been turned to stone before, I wonder if-"
You slap your hand across his mouth, the rest of his words becoming pleasingly muffled. That is, until he sticks his tongue between your fingers.
You shriek, pulling your hand back, before realising it's still covered it Ezekiel slime. "Ewwohmygodthatisdisgustingwhywouldyoudothat?" You swipe your hand across his chest, then cradle it with your other arm, under your coat.
"I'll be quiet now, Y/N, if you want." He seems resigned now, perhaps understanding just how tired you were. Satisfied, you turn back over to face him, his eyes now closed.
"You'll be sorry for that, Ezekiel Jones."
He grins. You stick your head back under your hood.