[center][h2][b]Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo[/b]

[color=8882be][b]Asoka "Mercury"[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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"[color=8882be]Huh?[/color]"

Asoka's leisurely stroll through the clinic's corridor leading to the prized elevator would be interrupted by a particular staff member. Some big guy who thought it wise to get a little cheeky with his otherwise relatively harmless claim concerning Asoka's umbrella. Considering this clear threat as some kind of joke at first, the short ghoul peered at both directions to see if there wasn't some elaborate camera over there to catch her reaction. But all she was were people whom she swore had most likely worked with or against her in her 'side job'. 

'[color=8882be][i]Well damn, degeneracy plaza here.[/i][/color]' 

Actually, the idea of her kakuhou being sold into the black market wasn't nearly as thought provoking as the idea of regular people coming here to be treated. Whether human or ghoul. Asoka's best guess would be that these people generally had their reasons to not go to a normal hospital or fancy clinic, whether it be by their financial situation or just shit life choices. In times like these she truly realizes just how good she was to be, well, herself. Now if only she could get a flock of ugly friends around her so she can be the prettiest and thus the best of the gang. It wouldn't quite cut it with her siblings, unfortunately. 

'[color=8882be][i]Now you bud, your day's coming. A little market research wouldn't hurt me either, and I've found my assistant.[/i][/color]'

The bizarre thing would be that Asoka's temper wouldn't be apparent here, at all. She was calm, and actually complied. She gripped the handle and stab the pointed end against the carrelage, putting a stop to her spectacle. It followed with an innocent smile and light giggle to enchant the man's rather mucky soul. It'd come to Hana's surprise that Asoka wouldn't react as stubborn as an ass, though such change in behavior in volatile creatures would usually be a source of worry. 

Once in the elevator, cramped with the rest barring Rin, she could've swore some just beefed in there. She did keep her mouth shut, however, as the pressing desire to bathe in hot water consumed her fully. Perhaps even be one of the reasons why she suddenly became so docile. When they reached the fourth floor, the aesthetics didn't really hit her that hard. Apart from the fact that love hotels were useful places to conduct 'business', her dorm she resided in last year before renting an apartment looked a lot like this. And by looked like it, it also included people screwing like bunnies every night. 

"[color=8882be]And I'll be taking that. Knock if you need, okaythanksbye.[/color]"

She nabbed one of the keys in Hana's hand before making her way over to the corresponding door. The idea of a bath in the boss' room was tempting, and the way it was formulated made some intents clear enough, but not when the one offering still smelled like that ruined, moldy house. Asoka walked the narrow hallway and eventually found the room door she randomly chose. Room number Seven to be exact, a pretty lucky number if she were superstitious like most idiots in her circle of friends in the human life. Once inside, she'd close the door without locking it and felt impressed by how clean it was. 

Without a second to waste, she stripped herself of her somewhat expensive clothing, some LOOKING expensive. In the nude, she shamelessly abused of the hot water and let her bathroom get engulfed in steam. The little tyrant did waste about 35 minutes in there, dedicating only five minutes to actually cleaning herself, most of it was just her calmly enjoying the hot water. For a moment she thought of her cat, worried that she didn't feed it before leaving. 

'[color=8882be][i]Ehh, he can use the diet anyway.[/i][/color]'

When done, she'd dry herself off with a towel before laying completely exposed on her bed. Just lying there, almost in a vegetative state as she closed her eyes and letting her hair dry naturally. Though now swamped with a handful of things to deal with including these kids and Itsuki being the belligerent ghoul they've all heard about, all she could really think of was how many people had screwed on this bed before she claimed it for herself.