Quiet
"Hey Happy-" Toby walked sheepishly into Happy's workshop, he stopped abruptly when she shot her hand out to stop him in his tracks.
"Think about it first Doc. Do I care? Is it important? If you answered No to either or both of these, you can leave because I'm sure you will survive" she had grease smudged on her cheek and it matted the ends of her hair together. Despite her unusually snarky reply he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful she looked.
"Do you care? Hmm, not even slightly. Is it important? Well that depends on your-" Happy cut him off again before he was able to finish his sentence.
"The literal dictionary definition Toby. The actual definition that states it is 'of great significance'. If this is not of great significance to me. Please leave" she made shooing movements with her hands as she tried to usher him out of her workshop.
"Why do you make everything so difficult. If you had just let me tell you what it was I came here to tell you I could have told you and been gone already. But you always have to make everything difficult. Granted, that is what I love most about you. But my point is… well actually I can't remember now" he picked up the dirty green battery drill that was sitting on the workbench next to him and held it up. He closed one eye and pointed the battery drill forward as though he was marking up with a pistol. Happy rolled her eyes at him before grabbing the drill out of his hands.
"You're still mistaking me for someone who cares Toby" she placed the battery drill back in its case and Toby began to wander around her workshop, picking up nearly every tool and fiddling with it before returning it to its previous state. "Could you hurry up and remember what you came in for so you can leave again?" she urged as she swatted his hands away from the bike she was working on.
"You know Happy it seems to have completely slipped my mind. I guess I'll have to sit right here and wait till I remember" he flashed her a devilish grin before plopping down on the chair in the corner of the space. Happy rolled her eyes at him again and let out a slow, forced, breath.
"You can stay there until you remember what it is that you felt was so important you would have to come in here and bug me about. But I want you to stay quiet. And I mean that. If I hear even a mumble from you-" she was cut off by both of Tobys hands flying up in surrender.
"You will make sure I never have another word to mumble again. I know the drill. Now please, as you were" he gestured to the wrench and other assortment of tools she had been using before he walked in. he desperately wanted to ask what each tool was used for but her words were echoing in his brain.
"Quiet" she murmured to him with a quick glare as she felt him open his mouth to speak.