No bullies allowed. So what was he doing, free hand snapping out to snag the little boy's unhurt shoulder, a firm grip that would've sent Nata to the ground if he'd so much as stepped one step further. There was a flash of irritation at himself before it was gone, rationalized away; Hibari was not fond of contact with outsiders, aside from that which was necessary, and he was not fond of this... contact. A mental glare at the hand on the herbivore's shoulder, as though it was at fault, and Kyouya was back to speaking.
"Learn manners, Little Boy." No bullies allowed, hm?
What made this herbivore so irritating? ... Ah, yes, he knew. And he was not one to lie to himself - it was glaringly obvious, anyway. It was because of the only problem the Hotel gave: Mukuro. What was the point of this annoying little weakling? At least the man's other lackeys had had some reason of existing (even if they failed, also). This-- child had none. Kyouya hated pointless things.