[Hey...if an arm is off, it shouldn't move. How it came off is whatever.
Zack puffs out his chest a bit at the praise, but everything about his deflates as soon as she points out the problem.]
Aw. Shit.
[Whoops... Well, he'll tuck the foot under his arm that's holding the knife and reach out with his other to...try to help her up, maybe? He fucked up, he should help the weird sewing blonde. How is this his life...]
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Zack puffs out his chest a bit at the praise, but everything about his deflates as soon as she points out the problem.]
Aw. Shit.
[Whoops... Well, he'll tuck the foot under his arm that's holding the knife and reach out with his other to...try to help her up, maybe? He fucked up, he should help the weird sewing blonde. How is this his life...]
What the hell are you, anyway? It's fucked up.