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Tick....
Tock........
............................
"WORK DAMMIT!"
CRASH
"HEY! DON'T BREAK THE CLOCK DAMN!" Dave said in frustration towards Bambi.
"Sorry."
And now we are back at the house again, Algebra is sitting on the couch, Bambi is fixing the clock, Dave is just sitting and Expunged is huddling in a corner. Oh and Mykel is just trying to comfort Expunged.
"Why are you even trying to fix that clock anyways?" Dave asked Bambi.
"I don't know boss, I just have an urge to fix this clock for some reason."
"Ugh, just remember to not break it more please~" Dave walked out of the room.
"I'm not that clumsy...."
While Bambi was fixing the clock, Mykel was just comforting Expunged in the corner.
"Hey hey... it wasn't your fault, really..." Says Mykel.
"You never pushed him off the cliff did you?" He adds.
Expunged just stared at Mykel with a death glare.
"Uh- Okay maybe that wasn't the right wording..."
Meanwhile, in Dave's room.
It was a standard LA influencer mansion bedroon, with a makeup table, a giant and I mean GIANT wardrobe collection and of course, a master bed.
Dave dived into his bed, tired as usual, despite him doing absolutely nothing.
"Ugh.... why am I so tired..." Says Dave.
He groaned and stood up again, looking at the mirror while he does.
He walked up to the mirror.
He looked at the mirror with a smug on his face.
"Hey there good looking~?"
Dave shook his head. "Bleagh! Stop being so egotistical Dave!"
He once again looked at the mirror, with a much more serious face this time.
