[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - Island in a Sea of Troubles[/b][/color]
[i]3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor[/i]
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[color=#E34234][i]'This is no ordinary clinic.'[/i][/color]

That was Takumi's first thought upon passing those sliding doors and entering the clinic for the first time. [color=#E34234][i]'And not in the sense that it's harboring ghouls, I'd reckon.'[/i][/color] While he had little experience in the realm of civilian clinics, the young half-ghoul knew for a fact that the individuals staffing and patronizing this business were not of the standard variety. The professional establishments he'd visited rarely staffed a single rough-looking individual, but it seemed this clinic employed a vast majority of unscrupulous-looking folk. It made him slightly uncomfortable, to say the least. He was not intimidated, of course; if he was afraid of a few thugs, he would've been dead long ago. No, it was that he was surrounded by people who he would've been eating on any other day. There was also the possibility that his actions elsewhere could affect him here, but he'd already done what he'd done so there was little use in pondering the consequences.  

As they continued onward, Takumi watched a fidgety young ghoul attempt to get Asoka to stop her wanton umbrella twirling to no avail. He would've simply written that situation off as 'something that happened', if not for the girl's adverse reaction to himself. [color=#E34234]"...Eh?"[/color] A look of confusion flashed across the young man's face. In comparison to all the scars and tattoos out and about, he was pretty sure that didn't look all that intimidating by comparison. He didn't smell that bad, did he? With a somewhat worried expression, Takumi lifted the neck of his jacket and took a whiff of his own scent. It was... acceptable? [color=#E34234][i]'...Probably.'[/i][/color] He was going to clean himself up soon, so he didn't much worry about that either. At any rate, his appearance seemed to cause her undue distress, so Takumi figured that an apology was in order. [color=#E34234]"Don't worry,"[/color] he reassured, [color=#E34234]"We're not here to cause trouble or anything."[/color]

Then they came across another figure on their road to relaxation: a guy. [i]Just[/i] a guy. A completely, 100% human male. Despite his relative harmlessness, Takumi couldn't help but think badly of this person. It wasn't his appearance, which itself was rather creepy, but instead the inflections of his voice. Takumi compared it to a doctor that he used to know, and decided that if they ever met, those two would likely get along badly. He waved in greeting at the doctor nonetheless before stepping into the elevator to stand awkwardly with the rest of the now-extended family. A few long, camp elevator music-filled seconds later and they were at their destination. 

To be frank, Takumi lacked experience with using love hotels for their intended purpose. He did, however, have experience using them for cheap, temporary housing. Thus, he felt quite at home among the felt decor and discolored patches. [color=#E34234][i]'I wonder if it's hard getting ghoul blood out of the floor,'[/i][/color] he thought, aimlessly scanning his surroundings while Hana explained what was going on. [color=#E34234]"I mean, I hope so,"[/color] Takumi blurted out at the end, not quite paying attention to what exactly he was saying. 

Now left with the two bickering ones, Takumi was left to ponder the mysteries of belligerent siblings, scrutinized their conflict with only the mildest of interest in his green eyes. He briefly considered the possibility that he should be doing his job as a legal adult and keeping these two from tearing each others' throats out. However, he ultimately decided against that. [color=#E34234][i]'They're ghouls,'[/i][/color] he thought, sidestepping the silver-haired youngster who was dragging his resistant comrade towards the bathroom, [color=#E34234][i]'I'm sure they won't get hurt[/i] too [i]badly if I don't interfere.'[/i][/color] As if he were watching a boat leave shore, his gaze slowly followed the children's metaphorical cloud of dust as they carved a path of destruction into their designated room. The astoundingly cacophonous sounds he heard coming from that room made him think that "path of destruction" comparison was not entirely unfounded. Soon after, the chaos was replaced with the peaceful pitter-patter of showering. The brunet blinked twice, [color=#E34234]"...Well okay then."[/color]

To avoid looking like a weirdo standing in the corridor all lonesome, Takumi headed towards one of the empty rooms to get his shower on.