[Equius moves down, and settles into a crouch in front of Tavros. He wishes he had better equipment, his own workshop, but he'll have to make do with what he has. Grabbing one of the swinging feet, he hoists the smaller troll's ankle up onto the engineer's shoulder, taking the screwdriver he's brought with him and starting to unscrew the plates along the brownblood's thigh.]
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[ Don't mind if he does. Just. Swinging his feet a little. He doesn't like them to stay still. ]
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Yeah. Really awkward. Tavros is okay with this awkward. Just, sitting back and pretending that this is less awkward. Because that's possible, yep.
It's really weird to know someone who kind of literally knows every inch of your lower body. ]