[He doesn't even bother with a rebuttal, merely shifting aside to let Matoba past. It's far too cold out here for him to waste any time bickering about it, and even if he shut the door, Matoba would certainly send one of those paper things flitting after him, pestering him until he got what he wanted in the end. Is this man a tyrant or a spoiled brat, really?
The short trek back to his apartment is silent save for the soft pad of their feet, and once the door shuts behind them HiMERU beelines (haha) for the bed again. He's dropped a number of pretenses with Matoba already, even daring to let him in at this strange hour, but he's still has the mind to not flop down into the covers in front of this company. Though it is tempting. He'll just sit upright, pulling the blankets around himself more tightly.]
... Whatever you're here for, make it quick. Please.
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The short trek back to his apartment is silent save for the soft pad of their feet, and once the door shuts behind them HiMERU beelines (haha) for the bed again. He's dropped a number of pretenses with Matoba already, even daring to let him in at this strange hour, but he's still has the mind to not flop down into the covers in front of this company. Though it is tempting. He'll just sit upright, pulling the blankets around himself more tightly.]
... Whatever you're here for, make it quick. Please.