Oh... Yeah, hadn't thought of that. [ Like he doesn't think about a lot of things. Also the claws are cool okay. ]
[ But not quite cool enough to distract from her explanation (thankfully), and his face scrunches up a little at the thought of jamming a needle into his foot anyway. Theoretically, he should be grateful for the other option. Which he is. For a second. ]
So I guess, leg it is.
[ But as he leans over to yank up the cuff of his jeans, he can only wrestle it to about halfway up his calf before the fabric bunches up... and before the hesitation in her voice really sinks in. He glances back up at her and— ... had she looked that mortified before? ]
[ He glances down again. Then back up. ]
[ ... ]
It's not in a spot we're gonna get to working from this end, is it...
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[ But not quite cool enough to distract from her explanation (thankfully), and his face scrunches up a little at the thought of jamming a needle into his foot anyway. Theoretically, he should be grateful for the other option. Which he is. For a second. ]
So I guess, leg it is.
[ But as he leans over to yank up the cuff of his jeans, he can only wrestle it to about halfway up his calf before the fabric bunches up... and before the hesitation in her voice really sinks in. He glances back up at her and— ... had she looked that mortified before? ]
[ He glances down again. Then back up. ]
[ ... ]
It's not in a spot we're gonna get to working from this end, is it...