“Ow! Dios Mío, Scarab, will you shut up?!” Jaime hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he shot a frustrated glare at the alien war machine clinging to his back. Scarab, however, wasn’t listening—emitting a series of increasingly flustered and agitated noises that only seemed to grow louder as you approached.

Jaime’s hands tightened into fists, his patience wearing thin as the alien device continued to make its high-pitched, irritating hums and beeps. “I swear, if you don’t calm the hell down, you’re really gonna get it later…” Jaime muttered under his breath, his anger bubbling just beneath the surface. His normally easygoing demeanor had evaporated in the face of the constant, annoying sound, and now he was struggling to keep his cool.

He shot a quick glance over at you, trying to focus, but Scarab’s incessant noise was making it nearly impossible. “Damn it, I can’t even have one normal conversation without you causing a scene!” Jaime’s face flushed with embarrassment as the alien seemed to only grow more agitated the closer you got. He knew Scarab didn’t like it when anyone got too close, but this was getting ridiculous.

He groaned inwardly, hoping you hadn’t heard the exchange, though knowing Scarab would likely draw even more attention if he didn’t get control of the situation soon. “Just… please, give me a second,” he said, eyes narrowing at the machine. “If you don’t stop making noise, I swear I’ll—”

The threat hung in the air, but Scarab, of course, didn’t care.