"That doesn't mean you're allowed to take my spot."

His tone is irate, but he sits down across from the other anyway, sighing loudly as he slams down his cup. The table shakes. He fumes for a few more seconds before looking down at the package, his mood a touch calmer.

"You were supposed to bring that three days ago. Where the hell have you been?" Not that he was worried or anything. He just doesn't like late deliveries, that's all. "You're lucky I'm not gonna clobber you for making me wait."