"Pfff, I'll be just fine if I work over here n' yew rest over there!" Hector waves off the concern. "Yew sit tight for just a minute, and I'll be right back!"
Out the door he goes once again, and after a trip down the stairs, and back into their office, he comes back up with a bundle of papers and writing implements tucked into his arms. The desk at the other side of the room is more of a place to catch assorted objects, so it takes some shuffling to clear it, but once things are set out of the way, he's able to get himself set up without too much fuss.
"I figure dis works better, anyhow," he prattles as he gets everything arranged. "That way, if yew need somethin', yew can flag me down real easy! But no backseat note take-king, yew hear me?" (The chiding is playful, of course, but this is something that's happened more than once in the past. The curse of being two people who have particular but very different ways of going about these things.)
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Out the door he goes once again, and after a trip down the stairs, and back into their office, he comes back up with a bundle of papers and writing implements tucked into his arms. The desk at the other side of the room is more of a place to catch assorted objects, so it takes some shuffling to clear it, but once things are set out of the way, he's able to get himself set up without too much fuss.
"I figure dis works better, anyhow," he prattles as he gets everything arranged. "That way, if yew need somethin', yew can flag me down real easy! But no backseat note take-king, yew hear me?" (The chiding is playful, of course, but this is something that's happened more than once in the past. The curse of being two people who have particular but very different ways of going about these things.)