[ his own response is immediate, automatic, hands snapping up into the air like a neural flare, a thoughtless reflex. he tries to turn to face his (friend? pal? assailant? door assistance buddy?) new acquaintance, smacks his shoulder against the doorframe. the pauldron gives a resounding clank of long-suffering displeasure. ]
Tucker did it.
[ the first thing he sees, when he's done trying not to fall over, are the four gleaming, pointy prongs of a fork.
naturally, he assumes the worst. massive shoulders hunching up around his helmet, he ducks a little lower. ]
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[ his own response is immediate, automatic, hands snapping up into the air like a neural flare, a thoughtless reflex. he tries to turn to face his (friend? pal? assailant? door assistance buddy?) new acquaintance, smacks his shoulder against the doorframe. the pauldron gives a resounding clank of long-suffering displeasure. ]
Tucker did it.
[ the first thing he sees, when he's done trying not to fall over, are the four gleaming, pointy prongs of a fork.
naturally, he assumes the worst. massive shoulders hunching up around his helmet, he ducks a little lower. ]
Ohhh my god please don't eat me.