[When Gongenzaka first began coming out of the door-way, he would have been slow, anxious, and glancing back. He then would have abruptly yelped, scrambled backward with the most awkward shimmy possible, and a few moments later come belting back as fast as he could squash himself (and a tightly vine-held Yuuya) back.
For all that he did something extra- and perhaps Joker had caught a glimpse before he went through, from when Gongenzaka's aura flared a visible and glowing blue beneath his leaves- the entire situation comes crushing down as his paws and hooves meet the ground. The first order of business- the radios. He tells Joker he will be contacting Security, and adds being unsure about the public channel.
'...Many have already rushed into danger due to this. ...Steven was...'
...He was among those who rushed out, after all.
But after his own announcement is over, and after Joker's is done, perhaps the latter notices the uncharacteristic 'slump' Gongenzaka takes from there. As if his arms, metal and otherwise, are filled with condensed lead, he sits more collapsed than anything else. They 'rest' at his front palms open, radio limply resting in the other while his head is bowed.
He doesn't move. Not except to quietly set the radio between his forepaws before letting his arms go weak and limp once again.]
~IN PERSON~
For all that he did something extra- and perhaps Joker had caught a glimpse before he went through, from when Gongenzaka's aura flared a visible and glowing blue beneath his leaves- the entire situation comes crushing down as his paws and hooves meet the ground. The first order of business- the radios. He tells Joker he will be contacting Security, and adds being unsure about the public channel.
'...Many have already rushed into danger due to this. ...Steven was...'
...He was among those who rushed out, after all.
But after his own announcement is over, and after Joker's is done, perhaps the latter notices the uncharacteristic 'slump' Gongenzaka takes from there. As if his arms, metal and otherwise, are filled with condensed lead, he sits more collapsed than anything else. They 'rest' at his front palms open, radio limply resting in the other while his head is bowed.
He doesn't move. Not except to quietly set the radio between his forepaws before letting his arms go weak and limp once again.]