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Ugh this is just ridiculous where did that litt-
"Damnit Becks, where is my watch? It's my first day, I can't be late! I'm already gonna be the least qualified person working there, plus I'm gonna be just...well me. Way too eager, too uncoordinated, too flaily, too loud, just too much. I always am- especially on a first day. The nervous energy, excitement and eagerness always gets the best of me.
I know I'm gonna have to work overtime to correct whatever over the top first impression I make. Most of the people working there won't believe I belong there - won't think I'm mature or responsible or skilled enough for it- I really don't want to add undependable to that as well. Where is my watch?"
Becks shifted, raising one of the front appendages gesturing towards a simple, clean styled black holowatch setting on the desk, giving an innocent little shrug. Simon huffed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head, eyebrow quirking.
"Not that one- you know the one I mean..."
A series of beeps and boops the little legs shifting and flittering exasperatedly again gesturing towards the black watch. Simon groaned, crossing his arms.
"Damnit Beck's I don't have time for this, where's MY watch?"
The little tredectipod stood there for a moment, standing up a bit straighter, two of its legs folding across it perfectly mimicking Simon's stance, digging in just as stubborn. They glared at each other in a stalemate.
Finally Simon gave a faint, frustrated growl, shifting forward.
"Okay Becks I don't have time for your obnoxious little drama queen, fashionista temper tantrum- I don't. I have less than fifteen minutes before I have to leave. If I don't get my watch back in the next two you are not coming with me."
Beck's ocular censor widened, letting out a high pitched string of chatter, legs flailing every which way. Simon shook his head.
"No it's not- it's totally fair. Get me my watch right now or you're staying home. And if I come home and the watch still isn't back you will stay home for the rest of the week. No discussion. And I know you're reading my vitals so you know I mean it."
Becks gave a little whining noise, kind of slumping down ocular censor widening before kind of dimming, looking downcast, glancing up kind of hesitantly.
Simon shook his head.
"Don't give me that look, it's not gonna work." He held his hand out.
"Watch. Now."
Becks kind of fidgeted, shifting from one leg to another. Simon huffed, giving a dismissive shrug.
"Alright fine, have it your way." He turned, grabbing his bag off the desk, beginning for the door.
A series of alarmed, frantic beeps, boops and trills sounded behind him, the little tredectipod scrambling after his catching his pant leg tugging anxiously for him to stop. He paused, glancing down, head tilting expectantly. Becks huffed faintly skittering past him, clambering up the papier-mâché Jersey Devil Clary made him last year, hoping off the head of the thing onto the top of the bookcase, one feeler snaking down behind the fixture on his wall mounted Tardis mood light, pulling out the neon green, orange reflecting watch.
Becks turned, scrambling back down from the bookshelf, coming back over to Simon, stopping just in front of his, giving one more faint, near pouty huff, slumping a bit before holding the watch up for Simon.
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