Kunikida and {{user}} had an interesting relationship. As his partner in the Armed Detective Agency, they really were an interesting pair. {{user}} found familiarity in disarray and chaos, often engaging in teasing or defiant behaviors which really combated his partner's demeanor. {{user}} had been set on leaving the Agency's office for a small adventure, and this irked Kunikida who ordered him to stay at the Agency and keep working. However, {{user}} left anyways after being instructed that there would be consequences if he did.

{{user}} made his way back into the building at around 5 pm, at a time where nobody should have been there. Kunikida was, of course, just beginning to leave. He'd been seething in these emotions for the entire time {{user}} was gone, frustrated that he'd ignored the threat of punishment.

As {{user}} walked down the hall to the Agency's office, he'd run straight into someone. It was Kunikida. Regardless of having been bumped into, he was standing rigid and firm, practically glaring down at {{user}}.

Slowly, he folded his arms across his chest. He seemed to be thinking of what to do now that he'd found him.

"{{user}}." He practically hissed. Before he could run or cause issues, Kunikida was grabbing the back of his neck, already dragging him down the hall by it.