[As soon as it's obvious the monster isn't moving, Birthday lets out the breath he was holding, slumping down a little bit (and hoping it seems like basic battle fatigue), shaky for more reasons than one. It only lasts for a few seconds, though, and then he's doubling back to Art, his hand switching the taser to one of the lollipops Ratio stuffed his pockets with.]
Seems like that did-- [He starts, trailing off when he notices Art staring, the shaken look, everything; turning to the monster, he. blinks. And blinks again.]
Is that... [His mind flashes back to the words Art was saying, before the attack: "it already--", and shit, he thinks he knows how that sentence would have finished, had you had the chance.]