And while Kevin was also definitely not in the mood to handle toddlers stuck in the body of a twenty-year old, he was not about to let things go unsaid. Newspaper fell to a sharp slap on the table as the brunet leaned against his chair's back support. "Listen, Jean-Paul, just because you think what you're doing or saying is right because they feel right doesn't exactly mean they are right."
A quick glance at Remy (as though to coax for help?), then he continued, eyes on Jean-Paul, "What suits you obviously does not suit the majority or much less, everyone and if you're just going to go about responding to any situation the way you see fit, then I can just imagine the shitload of ass-fuckery coming out of it."
Obviously, too, Kevin was siding with the poor Kenuichio here but he never meant to keep that a secret, anyway.