Hayato was far from his best as well. Dealing with his father had him on edge, and discovering that he was hated enough to remove every bit of evidence that he even existed in the house still weighed heavily on his shoulders. And now he had to deal with someone else's father that would gladly see him wiped off the planet. Part of him fell back into wondering what was wrong with him to make everyone hate him so much, while the other part just wanted to hit the nearest thing that made him angry and just forsake even trying in the future.

Unfortunately punching Nobuhiro was out of the question, but that didn't mean he was getting off easy on this. Hayato was at his limit, and he was damn tired of taking shit from everyone around him. He stepped forward

"Alright now you listen the fuck up- I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a rusty spoon then have to deal with the scumbag sitting in the other room. And I'm sure that he is going to elaborately tell me what a worthless screw-up I am far better than you will, so if you could just lay off me for one friggin' day I would appreciate it. Now excuse me a minute while I go wash the spit off my face from the last group who wanted to remind me that I'm a 'cunt-eyed Italian'."

And before he could even try to break off from Nobuhiro, the familiar sound of Hayato's father's voice rang from a few doors down speaking in his wobbly Japanese.

"Hayato. I trusted you to wander the house and be competent enough not to make yourself known to the house guests. You know it would be bad for business if news got out that you were back here." He turned to Nobuhiro obviously oblivious to the previous conversation, "I apologize on his behalf. If you will allow me a few minutes to deal with him and get this ordeal out of the way we can get to discussing business."