Kazuya grinned at his artwork; he'd colour it in with pencils tomorrow morning, after picking at, then disposing of whatever crap they were going to serve him for 'breakfast'. At a knock on the door, he closed his sketch book and looked up as a nurse smiled and brought in a tray full of demons from the very depths of hell. He grimaced his thanks as she left and picked up the little card with hands trembling from distaste. Groaning, he sat up and disposed most of the tomatoes via the window and placed the empty tray next to his first empty tray. If it was a war that jerk wanted, it was a war he was getting.
Dressing in a spare set of clothes his family had brought, he made his way out of his little room, eyes darting to find the prick he was looking for. Spotting him walking away from the nurse's station, he waltzed up to the man with a sweet smile, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention before purposefully tipping the cup of tomato juice he'd brought with him, all over the paramedic. With a lazy smirk, he leaned up to whisper in the other's ear.
"If it's a war you want, you've got it, Akanishi."