[Hajime pays no attention to Floyd's attempts at small talk. He's instead grumbling slightly as he paces around the kitchen table in a manner not unlike a pacing lion waiting for its food. It probably doesn't help Floyd's nerves much that every now and then, he'll randomly break something just because he can.

By the time the food is done, Hajime is sitting there at the table irritably bending a spoon into a right angle, then bending it back straight again. Of course, he doesn't thank Floyd when the coffee's ready...and he doesn't think to check the coffee for bacon bits. He takes a big swig before his eyes widen, he spit-takes, and hurls the coffee cup at Floyd's head.]

Are you trying to poison me?!

[And now he's standing up from the table and looking even angrier than he was before.]