"I was there for an hour, Gojyo. Perhaps less."

He looks down at the mess, sighing inwardly. Yes, he knows the hotel will take care of it, but it rankles Hakkai's nerves to see it. Knowledge isn't something to treat so lightly, after all...

However irritated the pile of books makes Hakkai, it's the not so subtle threat that makes his blood run cold. Green eyes slowly side from the mess between them up to meet Gojyo's accusing gaze.

"... you'll do as you want. You always have, Gojyo."