Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck, he's just gonna have to say goodbye to that table and get a new one later, somehow. Maybe steal it. From Equius. But for now he has better things to concern himself with; he whips the wand outwards and blasts the incoming furniture to pieces and although some shards do rain towards him in the aftermath of it, well, it's nothing that'd actually hurt, just something he finds he needs to shield himself with his arm for.

Then, well, glaring SO HARD RIGHT NOW.

"You wwanna trash a room, go trash your owwn. Mine is off-limits, you hear me!?"