As he was waiting for his fellow Enforcer to release him from the pain he desperately wanted to rid himself, the door to the office came open with the force of a hurricane and slammed into the wall, resonating more violently than the crash that had occurred moments prior. Takeru hadn't needed to even tilt his head to find out who t he person barging into the room was, for his voice was loud and clear enough for him to immediately recognize it as Inspector Hayato, a man who was most certainly upset with how they had treated his office.
If Hayato was a color that identified his mood, Hayato had to have been a dark red, as he was fuming almost visibly. His words shot out and each one of them sounded akin to a gunshot fired from his mouth towards the two Enforcers, who remained there probably somewhat dumbfounded at the turn of events. It was only when Hayato's glance moved downwards, towards Takeru's groin, that things really hit him.
"You two turn this room to utter shit! then I see you two getting all cozy by my fucking desk!"
The Inspector most definitely took things the wrong way. Unfortunately, Seiren's hand on Takeru's groin was nothing sexual, even if Takeru felt something. That 'something' happened to be pain, however, so he did not enjoy it one bit. Takeru kept a straight face as Seiren then moved to confront her own Inspector. By the looks of the situation, they were bound to continue. Inspector Hayato kept using words that were impolite, and it did not seem as if Seiren was going to back down anytime soon. Takeru thought for a minute and then decided to shift some heat to himself, to see what might happen.
Although he did think he might end up getting shot.
"Please, enlighten me on how you fighting in the office was a good thing!"
"The areas we are provided do make good places to spar, yes, but they simulate nothing in the real world!" he complained, as if he wasn't in trouble or being yelled at. Awkwardness was what 'Takeru' was good at, after all. "Boring and unrealistic! You know you don't get to choose what kinda place you fight in? Not every place is open, and your environment can be your greatest weapon! This office is perfect, since it simulates cramp, icky space with lots of small things to throw, or use to your advantage! That's why I wanted to fight here. It was fun. If you're that sad about it, then I can pay for this small mess. Jeez!"