Shino's never been a clean person. Not one day in his life did he care about the state of his space or himself. Maybe he's more likely to keep a bit cleaner if he knows he's going 'out', but for the most part, it's a negligible thing to him.

He supposes he always knew Yamagi was a cleaner sort, despite always being elbow deep in grease. But this ... what he's walked into here... is absolute germ-killing madness. It's a total slaughter that's left the place reeking of chemicals that give him a spike of headache as he crosses through the entrance. He nearly stumbles back.

"W-woooah, what, Yamagi, you're really going at it, aren't you?"