This was probably a mistake. As Tarn clamps his hand on his shoulder and wheels him around to push towards the bar, First Aid mentally chastises himself. He's acted in anger again-- his temper lead to things he normally regretted.
Too late now to leave quietly. First Aid looks over his shoulder at the tank, feeling slightly more helpless than usual without his other arm.
"You're hurting me. Not so tight," he says loud enough for the other occupants of the bar to hear, but he clambers up into the bar seat as directed when he gets to it, his single hand curled into a fist on the bartop.
"Are you making your current t-cog last?" His voice is icy, but he's not sure what else to say to the mech.
The bar itself was simple. Without an active currency exchange here, it made goods and services exchange... interesting. It wasn't the first time First Aid has worked without pay. Probably the first he's seen a bar operate without currency. He'd get his own drink, but with Tarn hovering over his shoulder, he wasn't sure the mech would release him to do that.
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Too late now to leave quietly. First Aid looks over his shoulder at the tank, feeling slightly more helpless than usual without his other arm.
"You're hurting me. Not so tight," he says loud enough for the other occupants of the bar to hear, but he clambers up into the bar seat as directed when he gets to it, his single hand curled into a fist on the bartop.
"Are you making your current t-cog last?" His voice is icy, but he's not sure what else to say to the mech.
The bar itself was simple. Without an active currency exchange here, it made goods and services exchange... interesting. It wasn't the first time First Aid has worked without pay. Probably the first he's seen a bar operate without currency. He'd get his own drink, but with Tarn hovering over his shoulder, he wasn't sure the mech would release him to do that.