The feeling of surprise is immediately replaced by burning hatred for the man that stands before him. His bad habits return in a heartbeat and the man's grin alone warrants a heartfelt spit of come across the front of his suit pants. Shinjirou glares up at him, waiting for the violent reaction that's sure to follow in retaliation for that kind of behavior. So what.

He shakes his head, trying to get the plugs out of his ears, and gives up right away. Fine, he can't hear, but he can make noise. And he chooses to hiss. "Fuck. Off."