"Yeah, I tried. It didn't turn out... great," he repeats dumbly. He holds back on the sass. He isn't feeling so sassy what with his tail tucked between his legs and everything.
As for letting the good doctor take a look-- Leslie does the same thing in her clinic. Tim's not falling for this trick.
He's smart.
(Debatable.)
He thinks back to curvy cursive writing.
He stays put, annoyingly far from the guy he's conversing with. Apologies to the innocent bystanders.
"It's fine-- I'll walk you through it. It's just--"
With his good hand, he mimes... fuck if I know, like, pouring an ooze on his broken arm. Slime. Splat.
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"Yeah, I tried. It didn't turn out... great," he repeats dumbly. He holds back on the sass. He isn't feeling so sassy what with his tail tucked between his legs and everything.
As for letting the good doctor take a look-- Leslie does the same thing in her clinic. Tim's not falling for this trick.
He's smart.
(Debatable.)
He thinks back to curvy cursive writing.
He stays put, annoyingly far from the guy he's conversing with. Apologies to the innocent bystanders.
"It's fine-- I'll walk you through it. It's just--"
With his good hand, he mimes... fuck if I know, like, pouring an ooze on his broken arm. Slime. Splat.
Hell.
"So I'll go find the plaster, then?"
Hell.