Hiei stormed into the room, the anger radiating off of him almost palpable. His discussion with Kurama had gone poorly at best, though to say it was a total disaster would be closer to the truth. Hiei, of course, was busy convincing himself that he didn't care, that the fox--oh, correction, the human--could do whatever the hell he wanted, so long as it didn't involve the demon.

Hiei barely glanced at his food, though one worker gave the boy an odd look when he put all of the topping available onto his pasta.

Unfortunately, the worker didn't know how much of a victim the poor spaghetti would become. Hiei took a seat, and immediately began taking out his anger on his food. It was ineffective in the end, as Hiei didn't feel better, and the meal didn't really mush enough to become anything disturbing--but he still went at it, knife stabbing repeatedly into the dish.