"I suppose." A glance at the noisy, messy, and irresponsible crowd muddying the waters of what feels like his pool. The temptation is real. Especially as another person does a belly-flop off the diving board, and the piercing slap and chlorinated mist reach all edges of the pool.

For a moment, Rokuro looks like he's hit his very last nerve, but in an amazing display (for him) of self-discipline he doesn't rob the pool of water OR scream. It's a miracle, really. He has inflicted so much worse over less.

"Fine. I will leave, as this clearly is not the hour for people of gentle bearing to enjoy the water." Said with the least gentle look on his face and utter murder in his singular red eye.