*he feels...damp? y'know like mold, and you get a bit of rot and blood on you, and a centipede thinks it a good idea to try to make ur shirt its new home*
Scraptrap/Will: *picks the centipede off you* thanks Kat
Will: .........yeah maybe.....*he tries to balance on his bone nubs, but falls over**the only real way to get up is if he manipulated all his muscle strands and veins into gross vein legs, but he is afraid that that would, disturb, gross out or otherwise scare Kat*
Will: please dont do the whole "threrapist" act, i want to feel like im talking to a real person not.........0-0.....not a robot *starts alughing off the pain of wht he just said*
