Maruki heaved a small groan as he reached up, clasping Hamuko’s offered hand. She was surprisingly sturdy, helping him to his feet with ease. "Thank you, again."

Brushing himself off, he sighed, shaking his head. "I swear, everyone here is in ridiculously good shape. It’s honestly a little...unfair-" He cuts himself off as he pressed a hand against his lower back, wincing slightly.

His gaze flicked to her, still in disbelief at how casually she was taking all of this. She was already assessing their surroundings like getting sucked into a television was just another Tuesday.

Maruki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You’re— that was—" He paused, searching for the right word. "Intense. No, actually—insane. You cannonballed into another dimension!" he shook his head as he looks around. "Let's just hope we don't get stuck in this labyrinth." Is that where his clipboard is-? Everything is so foggy-

Oh right.

He looks at the glasses resting on the 'v' of his hoodie, finding the simple pair tucked in as he pulls off his previous rather quirky eye accessory and exchanges them.

The red frame finds itself sitting on the bridge of his nose.