Hayato's father let the door close and walked in front of the boys beckoning to a set of chairs they could take a seat on, Hayato of course refuses to budge from his spot. He wasn't about to make himself comfortable in this shit-hole. Naturally, Hayato's father is the first to speak up- at least attempting to be inclusive to the young stranger he does so in Japanese.

"So, Hayato, are you planning to introduce me to your little friend?"

"No."

"How about what you have been up to? I heard you went to Japan. What reason could you possibly have to go there?"

"None of your damn business."

"Alright then, why are you here?"

"I used to live here, what other reason to I fucking need?"

The man was obviously starting to lose patience with his boy, as Hayato had clearly already lost it with him. Hoping the 'girl' would be more forthcoming with information he turned to Ryuutaro.

"How about you then? Do you have a name? Or has my boy here forbidden you from speaking to me?" He took a step closer to Ryuutaro, noticing the hickey on his neck. "It certainly seems that you two have been rather busy, haven't you?"

Without any real warning he grabs Ryuutaro's Yukata and pulls it open to get a better look at the mark, he didn't seem to care much about his child's sexual escapades judging by the bored tone, but then his eyes widen when he notices how flat Ryuutaro's chest is.

"You're a boy..." He whips his head to Hayato, his tone raised and his face taking on a harsh scowl, "Explain this immediately!"