Maverick remained quiet the ought the events though he couldn't help but chuckle a little when the younger male ran into the door. It seemed he had been to excited for his own good and had forgotten about the door. The poor kid now lay, passed out on the floor, bleeding from the nose slightly. His attention, however, was drawn to Daichi who was crouched by the now wide open door. He had clearly been eaves dropping. "What do you want Daichi?" His usual soft Italian accent took on a slightly rough form and he felt his more violent personality attempt to push it's way forward. Maverick did his best to fight it back, not wanting to get into another little skirmish with the younger male and not wanting Hotaru to see him at his worst just yet.