Kamukura sat mindlessly in the dark room, resting against a sofa. He has grown so accustomed to boredom. To feeling nothing but minor annoyance and irritation. He had a desperation for entertainment. Everyone was so mind numbingly predictable. His long black hair strewn across the sofa’s plush surface as his crimson eyes stared mindlessly at the white haired man in front of him, frantically trying to appease him. It was predictable behavior. Painfully predictable. What his prior self - hajime hinata - saw in the other was beyond him. But he’d allow the servant to do as he pleased for the time being.