A jock centaur. With a hairstyle that's giving him flashbacks to the 80s. Someone was testing him.
Well, whatever. He'd take whatever help he could get. The machine whines at the resistance and he grits his teeth, trying not to imagine the messy little stain he's about to make. Felt like his entire spine was fusing. "Just a bit," he says, voice strained in that semi-casual 'oh God, I'm about to die but I can't be seen just freaking out about it' tone. "Think you could-nn!-could do me a little favor and, uh. Hit stop?"
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Well, whatever. He'd take whatever help he could get. The machine whines at the resistance and he grits his teeth, trying not to imagine the messy little stain he's about to make. Felt like his entire spine was fusing. "Just a bit," he says, voice strained in that semi-casual 'oh God, I'm about to die but I can't be seen just freaking out about it' tone. "Think you could-nn!-could do me a little favor and, uh. Hit stop?"
Just a little favor. Small. No biggie, after all.