Grey noticed two things almost immediately, though the first annoyed him enough that he nearly closed the screen before finding the second.
A pile of invitations had accumulated while he was unconscious, most of them coming from Producers or companies asking him to appear on talk shows, interviews, highlight breakdowns, and whatever other garbage apparently became available once the Second Arc began.
Grey stared at them for a few seconds, then immediately decided that sounded like one of the easiest ways imaginable for someone to fuck with him.
Anything that blurred the line between the Genesis Games and whatever existed outside of it made him uncomfortable, especially when he already knew people like Muse Incorporated could reach inside and start tugging on strings.
The last thing he needed was to sit across from some smiling alien asshole asking questions while three Producers tried to sneak contracts into his breakfast and a God crawled out of the bathroom.
