Hitoya, Jyuto, and Samatoki are forced into a room by Ichiro. Ichiro sits in Samatoki's lap. Simply because it's comfortable.
"Uh...what's this about?" Hitoya asks, sweatdropping.
"Can you help me file a restraining order?"
"...against who exactly?"
"My father."
All the adults in the room immediately understood Ichiro's intentions, especially if it involves Ayamado Rei.
Hitoya sighs, "Fine. I'll help you."
Ichiro smiles at him briefly, "Thanks," before turning to Jyuto, "I want you to try interrogating him."
"Why?" Jyuto blinks.
"Because he's a cryptic, lying bastard. Who knows if he's telling the truth or not! Besides, he's a con artist, so you can catch him on fraud charges," Ichiro explains, "I just want the truth from him. Otherwise, I want him out of my life!"
Samatoki finally asks, having had enough of being an emotional support human, "And I'm here because?"
"Plan B."
Samatoki raises an eyebrow, "?"
"If the restraining order doesn't work-"
"You want me to take care of it?" Samatoki finishes his thought. They all knew what he meant by "take care of it".
"...yeah," Ichiro nods, clinging to Samatoki a bit tighter.
Jyuto pushes up his glasses, "Let's...hope it doesn't get to that..."
"Yeah..." Hitoya agrees.