"I did mention not to clean my room..." his tone far from friendly. Seeing nothing missing but the bar he had set up he sighed.
"Guess they didn't like that." He snorted, setting it back up. He had forgotten he hadn't shut the door in the process of checking and fixing his things when the owl flew into his room.
A rare owl, pure black with a little tuff of white fur under its beak. That must be the owl he asked for from that Takayama guy. That owl was worth more than anything he owned, which explained the tip. He took it, going to shut the door when a hand stopped him. Another Japanese man, this one the annoying one he had told to bug off a couple nights before.
"What part of bug off don't you understand?" He wasn't being polite anymore.