[Clint began taking his shirt off half-way through the transformation. It was pretty obvious that -- yup. Dangly bits. Ugh. He didn't sign up for this. His eyes stay above waist-level and he holds his hand up to block his view just in case, although it doesn't seem to be bothering the wolf-guy any.]
I guess it's better?
[He's handing the guy his shirt, for what good it'll do. It isn't like he can put his legs in the arm holes or anything. Good going, Clint.]
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[Clint began taking his shirt off half-way through the transformation. It was pretty obvious that -- yup. Dangly bits. Ugh. He didn't sign up for this. His eyes stay above waist-level and he holds his hand up to block his view just in case, although it doesn't seem to be bothering the wolf-guy any.]
I guess it's better?
[He's handing the guy his shirt, for what good it'll do. It isn't like he can put his legs in the arm holes or anything. Good going, Clint.]
Okay go, threaten away.