People. In his room. Talking. As he tried to sleep.
How annoying.
Without any preamble of any sort, Hibari's eyes were opened wide, but he didn't seem to register who it was by his bedside -- only that they were convenient targets for a bar of solid steel to snap on, like the closest one, which seemed the tallest, so he really should aim higher with his tonf-
.... Where were they? The cloudiness in Kyouya's eyes disappeared instantly (normally he could wake on a dime, but he was human, and drugs effected everyone), a confused grumble dying half-way to his mouth. Sure, he'd managed to attempt to deliver a satisfying punch at --- Mukuro's mid-section, ignoring the stretch it put on barely-healed skin, but... his tonfa. Where were his tonfa? Impossible, no one'd ever managed to get them away from him--
Kyouya's hand dropped instantly, using it to push himslef up in a less vulnerable position, a low set to his face and an even bigger rage starting to boil up. Not only did they interrupt his sleep, but they had the nerve to take his tonfa, too? "You know what happens when someone disturbs my sleep."
The dealings on the journal hadn't yet fit in, but they started to- not that he paid it much mind. Mukuro could be as angry as he wanted, the Little Boy had deserved it; but he couldn't exactly bring up anger from the past to be mad at the one who hadn't woken him up. Then again, by association... Once he got his tonfa...