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[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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[Clayton chuckles low in his throat.]

Now Angel, I thought you were a nice girl.

Hey! I can be a nice girl and still do bad things once in a while. Bad ish. It's the only way to deal with some people!

...You like bein' a bad girl t' handle some folks?

[Clayton's just jerking her chain at this point. Think about it Angel. Think about it.]

No! But som-- OH.

[ THANKS CLAYTON SHE IS NOW DEAD

OR BLUSHING CHERRY-RED, EITHER WORKS ]

[Somewhere in the wilds of Norfinbury, Beckett has just cuffed Clayton on his ear. In a friendly and educational manner.]

[Clayton immediately drops his tablet and winces away, first from apparently genuine fright, but he seems to recover quickly and laughs it off.]

Aw--hey! [He swats weakly back with his free hand.] C'mon, man, what'd I do?

[Beckett dodges effortlessly - it's a thing he can do when not dying of mold - and rolls his eyes so it's visible even past his tinted glasses.]

Watch your mouth around the sheltered young woman, Epps.

[Clayton doesn't pursue, but the threat of continued playful batting has now been put on the table. Instead he works on closing out House's network post so he and Beckett can talk properly.]

What? I didn't say nothin'! [He's still laughing, which means that this is a lie and Clayton knows exactly what's going on now.] What's a grumpy ol' man like you care anyway?

[Excuse him, grumpy old man? Beckett is not above showing his fangs when he scoffs at that. They still look pretty impressive.] Consider me the responsible adult. Behave. [Or he will friendly-smack you a second time.]

[Yes, grumpy old man. Clayton, as your (more or less) average human, sees a smile rather than a threat in those fangs, nasty as they are. He ain't gonna judge.]

Yeah, alright ma. Givin' me flashbacks. [He rolls his shoulder and passes Beckett a wry grin.] Don't want yer lil' ducklin's fraternizin', I getcha...jus' surprisin' t' see that from you is all.

[If he huffs he'll just be proving Clayton's point, won't he. Beckett just shrugs, dismissive.]

I couldn't care less who you "fraternize" with... and you wouldn't make a very convincing duckling. [Just saying.] Angel is an unusual young woman. Note that young, again.

[Clayton pretends to look offended.]

Young? Beckett, she's gotta be over twenty. She can buy me drinks. I got standards, man, she fits 'em.

[The good doctor's protestation of standards is met with a hint of a knowing smirk.]

I may not be up to date on what humans consider a "proper" age disparity. But, [he adds more soberly after a moment,] I believe that she's had an unusual life. You ought to be sure that you create no... misunderstandings.

[One sober answer is met with another. Clayton trails off with a chuckle, gaze leveling in understanding.]

Aw, don't get yer panties in a twist. Ain't doin' nothin' with her 'less she asks me to. [A beat. He smiles wryly at nothing in particular.] ...Don't mean I can't tease her none, does it?

It's not so much a question of can as will, is it? [Beckett mocks a long-suffering sigh.] Go ahead, then. She might even enjoy it, in some utterly inexplicable way.

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