"Humph. I'm finishing coursework. I don't have time. Perhaps later?"
Kouchisei's pen scribbled furiously on a sheet of paper, and he was frustrated but could only lay it beside the notepad, even though he wanted to hurl it at the wall.
"But thank you for coming." He wanted to be isolated. It was peaceful; quiet and relaxing were two good qualities for any room. His thoughts could be arranged more clearly, except with that he was settling into a quagmire - he couldn't think. His hands shook slightly at the recognition, and he rested them flat on the table.