"Essentially a p...a prism is a three-dimensional parallelogram," Tech explains, a hand raised, fingers poised as though he's either drawing it out in the air or trying to enlarge an imaginary tablet screen. He squints. "-no, not exactly, but it has parallelograms as a main component-" He takes a swallow of his prismatic drink, closing his eyes as it's more tart than he'd been expecting, and for a moment or two after he opens them again he's too caught up in staring at the colors to immediately resume his explanation on particles.

"Mm? Oh-!" The clone pulls off the goggles, blinking blearily as he takes in things now that they're not muted by yellow lenses, the goggles hanging from his hand and free for Rokuro's taking.

He is completely oblivious to the extra company they've suddenly gained, at least until his gaze falls upon boots that are turned in too opposite a direction to be his, following them up until he finds a face accompanied by several more, all wearing similar expressions- at least, so far as he can tell.

"-particles."