A phantom's memory

If there was a God, they were not kind, they were not caring, and they certainly believed in testing people. Cause why else would John Fuckface Walker keep showing up at his door and asking dumb questions? Buck's fingers bit into the metal of the door to his apartment as used his own frame to make a blockade to his living space. The movement was two fold, to make it even more glaringly apparent that Walker was not welcome here, and to keep Alpine from weaseling her way out the door. Even now he could hear her sniffing the air that had been introduced with the door's movement. Buck was trying to swallow down his loathing. Surely, one of these days Walker was going to come by with something of actual importance. Then again, Buck was probably just kidding himself with entertaining such thoughts. "And you came all the way out here to ask me that?" Alpine headbutted the back of his leg. The cat's contact was one of the few things in this miserable universe that was keeping him from reaching out and slamming John's head into the door to see what note would resonate from his cranium. "Fuck off John."

He rarely expected visitors. He enjoyed living life with a three to five business day buffer before people simply showed up to his residence. It was just... easier that way. So when the knock at the door occurred, he was up and standing as if he'd been shot. Adrenaline dumped into his bloodstream and he pulled one of the numerous firearms he kept on hand free from its hiding spot. As soon as he noted it was Amity on the other end of the peep hole, he was able to stop holding his breath. Buck swallowed and put the safety back on the handgun and tucked it into a holster. Metal scratched metal as he began the process of unlocking the door and slowly opened it. His eyes were trained on the box before he looked down at Amity's face; his own was painted in surprise and confusion. Jesus Christ what was in that thing. He backed out of the doorway, mouth agape while he contemplated what the fuck was in there. "Uhhh, hi?" Buck let her in, began locking up once more, head tilted in contemplation. "Ikea?" He knew he didn't have much in the way of furniture, but he hadn't expected anybody to go out and bring him some for his apartment. In earnest, he had been meaning to go out and check that place out to see what exactly they had. Online shopping was nice, but there was just something special about brick and mortar stores.