"Mmph" came the muffled reply before he slowly, and painfully, turned over to look up at Ovan, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Nope! Didn’t hurt at all!" A lie, but he laughed whole heatedly before trying to get himself back up on his feet, albeit very stiffly. He was planning to try just one more pounce.
His brows furrowed slightly in a bit of a sympathetic look before snorting faintly behind a gloved hand. Yeesh, Maroon really was a goof.
"I'm not quite sure that the scuffs on your face really speak the same truth," Ovan commented softly, folding his arms about his chest as Maroon moved to stand up.
-- He wasn't sure exactly why people loved to attack this tower of a man, buuut.. at least this particular AI wasn't out to intentionally attack him.