[Ban's kicking back, feet propped up on his nightstand as he reads over a book he picked up on a whim.
The simple black mask he's wearing doesn't seem to be bothering him much, but his brow is furrowed irritably. A few seconds of silence, and suddenly his legs whip around as he turns, right hand tensed.]
Would you shut up already?!
[He shakes his head with a sarcastic laugh, then sits back again, leafing through the pages, muttering under his breath, unaware that the SFC is picking up his voice.]
Heh. Figures I'd meet someone special, and then my past springs up and bites me in the ass.
[Shaking out a cigarette, he flicks open his lighter. He exhales with a melancholy smile, looking over the lighter once it's shut.]
An' the only person who'd give me shit and advice over it is you. The rest of you ghouls can cram it. Especially you, Fudou.