Yuuto Sohma
If it wasn't for the fact that Yuuto thought of Hiiro as a big sister, the goat would have bashed down the door promptly and demand to be heard in his now simmering anger and fear. He snorted, stomped the concrete with his hooves as he turned around back toward his house. "Ichirou's coming, I have to go to the head again and everything goes to hell in a hand basket from here." He sighed, hanging his head in frustration. "I still say it's too early to announce the little one's and I was just starting to enjoy my day off too...and the last thing I want now is a indecenty charge on me."
He failed to notice Haruji's presence due to his own panic, anger and fear. Fear of the head had kept him away since the last head. The mental scars still festering like a long infected wound. He could already hear his own words of "It wasn't my fault." ringing through his head like an alarm and the snooze button was no where to be seen. He was physically shaking now, though he could feel himself about to change back as he pasted through the threshold of his door. If he was sure about anything, it was that his mood was about to go south for at least a week or two after this meeting.