[Tav freezes, halfway through tossing the last bloody wipe into the garbage under his desk, and it takes him a few tries to frame a response to that. Because as much as that sounds very, very nice, there are several roadblocks in the way. One, the aforementioned tension, which, admittedly, might be eased in the process; and two, the fact that Tav's legs are made of metal.]
oH, i, uH, i, wELL,
[He stops, runs his hand through his mohawk, takes a deep breath, and starts over.]
yOU SEE, tHERE'S UM, tHE ISSUE WHERE, mY LEGS ARE KIND OF INCREDIBLY NOT-WATERPROOF, aND i'D, uM, i'D HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF, aND THERE WOULD BE A, uH, nOTABLE LACK OF LEGS,
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oH,
i,
uH,
i,
wELL,
[He stops, runs his hand through his mohawk, takes a deep breath, and starts over.]
yOU SEE, tHERE'S UM,
tHE ISSUE WHERE, mY LEGS ARE KIND OF INCREDIBLY NOT-WATERPROOF,
aND i'D, uM,
i'D HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF, aND THERE WOULD BE A,
uH,
nOTABLE LACK OF LEGS,