🟡ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴾʳᵒᵗᵉⁱⁿ🟣

ᅠ * (Your hands immediately reach for the Crowbar.) * (Before aiming its curbed end downwards to lodge right into the golden one of its eyes.) * (Repeatedly aimed for the skull, regardless of whether the first blow connected or not.) ᅠ

[ Shaking off the confusion, replacing it with that dazzling grin of his. Though, it wasn't perhaps something of a nervous grin. ] [ Maybe Mike was just feeling extra-extra Pluey. ] [ Whatever that means. ]

[ He had expected to see a crowd of his employees, actually. ] [ And then a pause; what even was a "Lord of Screens"? It wasn't a title familiar to Tenna, as nobody had ever used it in front of him before. ] [ Actually, he doesn't think too hard about it. He's exhausted. ]

⠀ ( *̲ taking its helmet off¸ letting out a sigh . . ruffling her own hair¸ digits combing wet locks. a grunt. no verbal communication¸ just pure silence. ) ⠀

* Mm...? [ His screen is still dark, but his hand comes to try and wave at whatever was tapping at him, grumbling out a tired sentence. ] * Not now, Mike...

( He was shocked, of all things this creature knew, he wasn't expecting him to know that rule ) ...f-fine...fine... ( He gulped as he leaned a little closer ) ...t...the knight...made it...y-you can't say a word...! ( He shook heavily, afraid someone may have overheard )+