[When the blade cuts in the torch shakes and Jean's posture straightens. A pained gasp breaks through the barrier of a bit lip and his free fist curls into the fabric of his jeans.]
Don't apologize. Just tell me if it's out.
[Or if there's another one in there. Jean glances down to check, seeing the bug pinned on his blade. He sighs in relief, picking it off and throwing it away.]
Alright, back to you.
[Taking the blade before there's any protest and gesturing towards Armin's pants.] Take them off.
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Don't apologize. Just tell me if it's out.
[Or if there's another one in there. Jean glances down to check, seeing the bug pinned on his blade. He sighs in relief, picking it off and throwing it away.]
Alright, back to you.
[Taking the blade before there's any protest and gesturing towards Armin's pants.] Take them off.