Uugh-! [Is all Hershel has to say as he covers his mouth and nose with his not gross hand, pulling the.... something out and hurrying as neatly as possible to the nearby sink.]
[Sink, he doesn't ask much of you but please work because otherwise he's going to probably throw up in his mouth a little. Somewhat shockingly the sink does in fact work and he sticks his hand under it, waiting until most of the grime and unmentionable muck washed off before daring to take a closer look.]
It's- huh, it's a swiss army knife, I think. [He holds it out a bit for Jake to get a better look. Also his hand was never going to be clean again...] Ema, please tell me there's soap in that locker.
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[Sink, he doesn't ask much of you but please work because otherwise he's going to probably throw up in his mouth a little. Somewhat shockingly the sink does in fact work and he sticks his hand under it, waiting until most of the grime and unmentionable muck washed off before daring to take a closer look.]
It's- huh, it's a swiss army knife, I think. [He holds it out a bit for Jake to get a better look. Also his hand was never going to be clean again...] Ema, please tell me there's soap in that locker.