Tarn’s whole body flinches as Spinister shoves his fingers deeply into his shoulder mechanisms.

“Ha---ah gently, Spinister, those are sensitive!” He snaps over his shoulder, armor tightening ever so slightly.

Perhaps if he had been expecting it the sensation would not have been so jarring. But, the gentle kneading and delicate pinching and straightening of cables had not prepared him for the sudden rough treatment.

Tarn pauses, hearing a repulsive sort of sound coming from whatever Spinister is doing.

“What are you digging at?"