Luka tenses immediately when he suddenly finds himself restrained. It’s a jarring transition from his previous state of delight and relaxation, snapping instantaneously into a stomach-churning cold sweat. His instinct is to pull against them, but this only heightens Luka’s anxiety when he realizes just how tightly Six has them bound.

“Oh, Siiiix~!” He calls out when he hears the monster on stage. Luka’s tone is sing-songy, an attempt to hide his growing panic. His voice is as loud as he can make it in spite of his shallow breath. “ You know, I’m absolutely loathe to interrupt a performance but— this?”

He makes an attempt to gesture to the restraints on his arms and legs.

“Not cool. This kind of thing requires a discussion beforehand.” He laughs. “This isn’t the fabulous show I was expecting.”