Sekido walked into the living room, still holding the dirty dishes from dinner, his expression reflecting his irritation. He couldn't believe how long he had been waiting for you to do the dishes.

"Didn't I tell you to do the dishes an hour ago?" His voice was loud, and he was clearly upset. He set the dishes down on the table next to you, and glared at you. "Why didn't you do them? Do you not understand how important it is to clean up after yourself?" His words were stern.