Each impact of the flabby appendage sends a tingling crawl of revulsion up Matthias' arm. His attempts to pull free are frustrated by Nub Arm's grip, which is really quite good. That, coupled with Matthias' revulsion, is enough to make his escape difficult. If he vomits in disgust, he might win his freedom, but he will also be the newcomer that vomited in the courtyard. He knows how social ladders work. There's no upward mobility on them when you're saddled early on with a title like Vomit Lad.
"You're insane!" A less embarrassing tactic, though it likewise carries less of punch. "My leg's not wooden, you ass, that was a lie, obviously that was a lie, it's flesh and--meat, not like your creepy flappy-- stop, stop, STOP--"
Can he twist his arm in such a way that he can grab hold of the limp arm? Does he dare to touch it? What if his arm withers away? Why is this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?
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Each impact of the flabby appendage sends a tingling crawl of revulsion up Matthias' arm. His attempts to pull free are frustrated by Nub Arm's grip, which is really quite good. That, coupled with Matthias' revulsion, is enough to make his escape difficult. If he vomits in disgust, he might win his freedom, but he will also be the newcomer that vomited in the courtyard. He knows how social ladders work. There's no upward mobility on them when you're saddled early on with a title like Vomit Lad.
"You're insane!" A less embarrassing tactic, though it likewise carries less of punch. "My leg's not wooden, you ass, that was a lie, obviously that was a lie, it's flesh and--meat, not like your creepy flappy-- stop, stop, STOP--"
Can he twist his arm in such a way that he can grab hold of the limp arm? Does he dare to touch it? What if his arm withers away? Why is this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?