Hopefully Tech has an appreciation for the imperfect, or Rokuro is going to be out of a friend and partner sooner than later. For a moment he is entirely stiff and still, not unlike an unlucky one-eyed bird who has flown into a window and stunned itself.

"I..." He lifts a hand to wipe his now bloody nose, and simply falls silent. It's been a long night. He's drunk, his face hurts, and he is officially over technology. At least he can muster the energy to shake Tech off, stand on his own two feet (though one of the heels has been dropped and temporarily forgotten in the 'scuffle') and trudge into the lobby-- except in the time it's taken him to come round, the doors have closed again.

There's less of an impact the second time around, because he didn't have the time or distance to gain speed, but twice as much humiliation. Rokuro drops the second heel to bring both hands to his face, and for a too-long moment its impossible to tell if he is seething or crying.