Exactly. I think it'd be best for you to keep an eye on your routines, just in case you relapse into old habits. [ He's quick to respond, pushing the door to the dining hall open and allowing the other to enter. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

That's precisely what I was thinking. Most people tend not to realise when they're beginning to repeat bad habits. Keeping track of them would be good for you. It's a good thing you're finally beginning to understand. I haven't got the time to lecture you forever.

Good morning. Make sure you've all eaten.

Hinata.

. . . You need to fix your schedule.

I know it's difficult, but you need to at least try instead of acting so defeatist. I can't afford to be worrying about you. [ Ah, shit. ]

No, no, that's- [ Dragging a hand through his hair. Get it together. ] So, what's the issue? Tell me what's going on.

Byakuya had noticed Gundham approaching before he'd even begun to speak, arms folded and an eyebrow raised. "My work...?" He echoed, sounding about as interested as usual. Not very. "What are you talking about? You're going to have to be more specific."

I see. [ There's a brief silence. ] Well, regardless of the why, we have to at least work towards some sort of progress. Is there nowhere you can find some sort of peace and solace?

"It's frankly embarrassing that you think I'd do something so underhanded." He said drily. "My status, my success, I've achieved it all through sheer skill and effort." His grip on his arms seemed to tighten, averting his gaze. "Though, of course, it comes naturally."

"Well, I suppose one could say that. However, I still had to fight tooth and nail with my siblings for my status." Suddenly, his demeanour shifted to something more smug. "I'm sure it seems only natural that I'm the one who emerged superior."

"No one expected me to come out on top; not at first." He seemed to falter, then. "I've earned everything I have. Most people of my status can't say the same, having everything handed to them from day one."

Hm. I understand that must be overwhelming. To have such heightened senses. [ He seemed to hesitate, for once not entirely sure of what to do. ] I wish I could alleviate you of this burden, but unfortunately, adapting is your only option.

"The real world." He echoed, drily. "I can assure you, I understand it perfectly." His tone seemed to shift, ever so slightly. "Besides, what do you know of the real world? Living in a fantasy like you do."

Good morning.

"Have you ever considered not being so obnoxious at this time of the morning...?"

"Your hamsters are more intimidating than you've ever been. It's not fair to act so smug and superior if you have nothing worth feeling superior over."

"Well, once you show me those otherworldly powers, perhaps I'll be convinced. Until then, I've seen nothing worth writing home about."

"So there's nothing you can show me, is there?" He points out simply. "Then how am I supposed to believe you have any sort of power?"