Fushimi Roku turned on the faucet, wet a towel, wiped the kitchen counter, and said nonchalantly, "Weren't you the one who said not to bring personal emotions into work? I've already forgiven you, what more do you want?"
Kazama Tatsuya was momentarily speechless; he truly did not expect Fushimi Roku to retort from such a tricky angle. This punch traversed thirty-four years through time, leaving him unsure of how to rebut.
"I'm just sticking to the facts, last night..."
Before Kazama Tatsuya could finish, Fushimi Roku twisted the towel, glanced sideways interrupting him, "Last night, around one in the morning, you knocked on my room door, right? I heard it, just didn't want to answer."
"Uh..."
Now Kazama Tatsuya had nothing to say.
