Crap, Hunk's right. Waver can feel the air leaking out of his lungs in sort of a distressed noise. He has noodles for arms! He's not sure he can carry an entire ladder and--
--well, that doesn't matter. He's got to, because Hunk really can't.]
Okay uh. Stand back? I don't wanna hit you with it by accident or anything.
[Which means there's a 50% chance it'll happen anyway, but by God he'll try to avoid it. Waver takes a few careful steps inwards so he can get a better grip on the ladder, moves it up and over the things on the floor aaaaand-]
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Crap, Hunk's right. Waver can feel the air leaking out of his lungs in sort of a distressed noise. He has noodles for arms! He's not sure he can carry an entire ladder and--
--well, that doesn't matter. He's got to, because Hunk really can't.]
Okay uh. Stand back? I don't wanna hit you with it by accident or anything.
[Which means there's a 50% chance it'll happen anyway, but by God he'll try to avoid it. Waver takes a few careful steps inwards so he can get a better grip on the ladder, moves it up and over the things on the floor aaaaand-]
There. Let's go.