Fox looked very green around the gills, swallowing hard and staring at the ceiling for a moment before pushing the still-gripped undead hand off his ankle with his other foot. He heard the flesh and bone snap and creak and he grimaced.

"We really need to find another hobby," he muttered. "Checkers, maybe? Checkers sounds good." He pulled himself upright, and immediately started running fingers over his skin, rolling up his sleeves to bear his tattoos and then activating basically all of them. He'd be out like a light in a few hours, but that required surviving the next few hours, so it was worth it. A snapping crackle of green light flashed over his eyes, hanging their in the air like futuristic sun shades as he started helping Archeval with the funiture.

"If we get enough of it up against the window, I can basically melt it to the wall. It won't hold forever, but probably as long as the wall will. Maybe. Fuck. Where did they come from?"

And then, paling, looking over at Archeval.

"Where's Mingyu?"