The moment he heard the knock against the door, he'd paused in polishing his sword and stared at the wooden barrier with narrowed eyes, listening for any other sounds that might give away exactly who was foolish enough to disturb him; actually, he knew perfectly well who it was, but one could never be too sure.

For one moment, he debated escaping out the window, but then figured that Gokudera Hayato would probably chase him down and demand answers anyway, so with a sigh, he put the polishing kit to one side, sheathed the sword, and made his way to the door. It wouldn't do for him to have to imagine up another door just because the volatile bomber broke this one down.

... But it didn't mean that he couldn't abuse the Storm Guardian's face again. With a silent snicker, he twisted the doorknob and threw the door open, a smirk curling on his lips when the wooden barrier narrowly misses the other's face.

"What a shame."