A small part of him wanted to call out to him, ask him not to leave or at least to wait for him to get dressed to tag along, but... For once, he felt like a little distance from Mondo was necessary. All at once he became far too aware of the sound of his breathing (especially now that he radio was off), the way his stupid pompadour bobbed ever-so-slightly with each movement of his head, and just... him as a whole. It seemed a little foolish to be noticing something that had been right in front of him this entire time, and it certainly wasn't productive in the least.

Kiyotaka lowered his gaze, carefully settling the notebook back into his lap. "The curfew is ten o'clock," he chided out of habit, but that still left enough time for him to clear his mind without someone so distracting around.