[there's a reassuring smile at Prisma's words] Yeah, let's do our best.
[he looks at the shadows around them, ears pressed against his head momentarily, before turning his attention back to the younger Dreamer]
When they notice we're not going to make any more props, they'll start screaming and attacking. [maybe that's what had startled him each time he tries to escape. But speaking of fighting...] Ah, where did it...?
[... Tycoon looks around the floor carefully before spotting a familiar weapon on the ground, near where he'd been originally accosted. He dropped his weapon in surprise?
... He might have dropped Bujin in his surprise]
... [he takes a breath and then exhales slowly, adjusting the grip on the materials in his arms carefully] Okay. Let me know when you're ready.
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[he looks at the shadows around them, ears pressed against his head momentarily, before turning his attention back to the younger Dreamer]
When they notice we're not going to make any more props, they'll start screaming and attacking. [maybe that's what had startled him each time he tries to escape. But speaking of fighting...] Ah, where did it...?
[... Tycoon looks around the floor carefully before spotting a familiar weapon on the ground, near where he'd been originally accosted. He dropped his weapon in surprise?
... He might have dropped Bujin in his surprise]
... [he takes a breath and then exhales slowly, adjusting the grip on the materials in his arms carefully] Okay. Let me know when you're ready.