The very thought of administering to those feet prompts not too dissimilar an expression from Tech as he settles into a seat rather than be forced off balance again by these unruly rebels. He can't help but be impressed as Rokuro decides not to pull punches with this second round, fixing his goggles as he peers at the triple bullseye.

As Rokuro steps over towards him he looks up, however completely unprepared when the man uses him as a seat instead. "-?" He is entirely at a loss for what to do, short of pointing out how awkward it is. Things have been warm already for all the alcohol imbibed, but he feels a fresher heat spreading across his face with Rokuro plopped into his lap, and as he sees the woman's reaction he knows exactly what's going on here, quite unsure of how to feel about it.

As expected, the round for her does not go well at all. Her cool composure completely lost, she's lucky her forceful throws manage to bag her a handful of points, leaving the dartboard swaying slightly with the final toss. The seething look she turns Rokuro's way seems barely held back before she relinquishes her place at the line, not even bothering to remove the darts for Tech this time.

"...ah, Rokuro- I believe it's my turn," the clone says with a light tap at his shoulder.