[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - Rinquisition[/b][/color]
[i]3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor[/i]
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As much as he could understand the allure, Takumi was never much a fan of long showers. His years of living with many others, as well as his recent financial scarcity, made short military showers both a powerful force of habit and a necessity of life. That, and his aversion towards prolonged periods of purposeless stillness. Best to just it over and done with so he could get to better, more useful things. As a result, the young man was in and out of the shower in approximately the time it takes for a television commercial break to air its advertisements. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and began putting on the spare clothing he had with him, leaving his wet and dirty clothes in a pile next to his bag. He'd have to ask Hana where the washing machine was. He stepped out of the repurposed love hotel room with all the intention of going about completing that particular objective, only to hear the sounds of showers still emanating from various rooms; it seemed that the cost of early completion among a group was waiting for the rest.

That didn't bother the half-ghoul too much; he was a patient enough person. Besides, he could use this time to rest and relax like he was supposed to. Takumi rubbed the bridge of his nose. As reassuring as it was, the thought of respite didn't sit as well as it ought to with him. Perhaps if he had a nice novel, a few puzzles, or a coloring book or something.... He sniffed the air. Among the scent of bathstuffs, there was still the smell of uncleanliness about, mixed with something familiar but subtle. He turned his head to the source, only to see his "littlest little sister" in a corner all by herself. By the look and smell of it, she hadn't opted to shower like the others. Convenient, as she had made herself so silent and still and small that he might have not noticed her otherwise. It was definitely fitting; he'd give her that.

The middle-child recalled his youngest sister's earlier reaction to his appearance. Also fitting, but not at all satisfying in the least. Sure, she [i]looked[/i] more or less the same as eight years ago, but there's no way she didn't change at least somewhat in the passing years. And with everyone else preoccupied showering or napping or helping people shower and nap, Takumi figured that this moment would be a good a time as any to catch up with Rin. Besides, who knows if he'd get the chance later? The Rin he knew was rarely the type of girl to just go out of her way to start the conversation. So with all the carelessness in the world, he approached the withdrawn teen, but rather than address her standing up and looking down, the brunet took a seat on the floor next to her. He was sitting in a similar position, with his back leaned against the wall, his knees bent, and his hands to his sides. It was like he was sitting in a peaceful meadow and not in the corner of a love hotel suite turned harbor house for ghouls. 

Something told him that simply starting to talk immediately might be a bit overwhelming; so Takumi waited for a few moments to pass in silence before speaking. [color=#E34234]"S~o~! Rin!"[/color] he began, tone casual and cheerfully nonchalant, [color=#E34234]"It's really been a long time, hasn't it?"[/color] He sighed and crossed his arms atop his knees, knowing exactly how unsubtle he was being with where he was going from here. Well, it's not like he or she could expect any different: he'd always been a bit too direct for a decent smalltalk lead-in. Leave the talking to the politicians and interrogators, and the work to... [color=#E34234]"Bah, like that's gonna go nowhere,"[/color] he admitted. [color=#E34234]"I'll just be straight with you: What've you been getting yourself up to lately?"[/color] he asked, turning to face the girl directly but speaking more concernedly, [color=#E34234]"Life's been good so far, I hope? Eating well, staying out of trouble, having fun, and all that rot?"[/color]