[It was a small miracle the owner of the hand that suddenly found itself clapped to Warsman's shoulder didn't end up with four iron claws through their face- if he hadn't managed to talk himself off-duty before coming here that would have been the only possible outcome.
As things stand, though, Warsman damn near jumps three feet in the air before whipping around, eyes wide behind the metal slats- and widening further when they finally focus on the mask and indeed the body of his surprise visitor.]
A problem? [He sounds too startled to question things any further, almost docile- he's worrying that he's somehow gotten himself into a fight. In the ring, yes. At a party? He'd overheat from embarrassment.] What do you mean?
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As things stand, though, Warsman damn near jumps three feet in the air before whipping around, eyes wide behind the metal slats- and widening further when they finally focus on the mask and indeed the body of his surprise visitor.]
A problem? [He sounds too startled to question things any further, almost docile- he's worrying that he's somehow gotten himself into a fight. In the ring, yes. At a party? He'd overheat from embarrassment.] What do you mean?