"Hold on, sleepin' with you was an opti---OOF!"
Tech fell backward over his chair and onto the floor, end over end until he ended up on the floor. He'd been shot before, when he was a bit younger and he knew the sensation of a bullet; he didn't feel it now.
He did a visual check, just to be sure and found that he was okay. Granted, he felt like he'd been gut-punched, but the shielding held.
He gets up back up casually and dusts himself off, and resets his chair.
"Success! Okay. Now, my head. Tease." he grins.
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