Gyre struggled until he freed himself, collapsing onto the floor and staying there for several seconds. There is a pure animal fear in him that he might be tied up again, or chained down, or restricted in some other way. He barely hears the play over the pounding in his ears, drawing quick uneven breaths as he tries to collect himself.

By the time he can hear again, the play is done and Six is asking what they thinks. What they think!! Like this was a fun game for all of them!

He's on his feet a second later, grabbing a broken chunk of his armrest off the floor and winging it at Six's body as hard as he can. He doesn't want to hurt him badly, but he does want to wind him. Because holy shit. Uncool.

"FUCK YOU!"