[ Hook, line, and sinker. Tyki continues to leave evidence of struggling as Noctis approaches, irritation painted on his face and relief soon washing over when he begins to tear through a few of the tendrils.

Once his feet hits the ground, however, that's when his plan begins to bear fruit. Arms phasing through the physical constraints of the plant as his expressions finally relaxes, completely nonchalant, as he rolls his wrist. ]

I'm perfectly fine, but I do feel as if I need to apologize. [ The greenery continues to attempt to grope at Tyki, lips curling into a small smile as they finally grow tired and instead turn their attention to the other man. ] I don't know what the hell any of this is, but I know for a fact that it's irritating. Sorry~ You gotta get tangled in this mess.

[ slaps knee ]