That slap barely registers through Tarn’s thick plating, but he turns to glare at Spinister anyway. It’s the principle of it!
“Yes, yes, Whatever you say.” He waves off his companion’s concern. He does have a point after all; Tarn hadn’t considered that threat. Absentmindedly he flexes the joints in his fingers testing to see if he could feel any grind from every day exposure. Only the slightest bit, so far.
Tarn listens quietly to Spinister’s suggestions as his frown turns more and more severe.
“No. No Tape. I will wrap myself in tarps, over-grease my joints and follow any other ridiculous guideline that you suggest, but I am not going to rust out here endlessly tacky with tape residue.” Is it a vain refusal? Probably, but the thought of that slag stuck to him makes him shudder. He knows that Spinister is right, that in the end it will save him a lot of grief. But, he deserves at least this one entitlement. This one comfort in his otherwise miserable existence.
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“Yes, yes, Whatever you say.” He waves off his companion’s concern. He does have a point after all; Tarn hadn’t considered that threat. Absentmindedly he flexes the joints in his fingers testing to see if he could feel any grind from every day exposure. Only the slightest bit, so far.
Tarn listens quietly to Spinister’s suggestions as his frown turns more and more severe.
“No. No Tape. I will wrap myself in tarps, over-grease my joints and follow any other ridiculous guideline that you suggest, but I am not going to rust out here endlessly tacky with tape residue.” Is it a vain refusal? Probably, but the thought of that slag stuck to him makes him shudder. He knows that Spinister is right, that in the end it will save him a lot of grief. But, he deserves at least this one entitlement. This one comfort in his otherwise miserable existence.