[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - Enter: Itsuki[/b][/color]
[i]3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor[/i]
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Takumi was suddenly struck silent upon hearing such harsh words from Asoka. [color=#E34234][i]'Degenerate, huh...?'[/i][/color] the brown-haired youth thought, face struck with a rather grim expression. He rubbed his eye with his left hand. [color=#E34234]"Guh... I think I feel my heart breaking already. I might actually cry!"[/color] he joked, wiping a way a non-existent tear and flashing a grin to indicate to the others that he was just feigning his distress. He returned back to silence quickly afterwards, and remained that way for quite a bit of time as he stared at the gap between the seventh room's door and the tastelessly decorated floor. As true as the suggestion might have been, that didn't mean it was painless. [color=#E34234]"...That's a really troublesome mindset, heh..."[/color] he quietly remarked, speaking more to interrupt his prolonged silence than to make a true comment to anyone else. He exhaled and quickly turned back to the next center of everyone's attention: Rin departing and the poor fellow made into ghoul grub. 

Well, first thing he'd have to do was deal with Rin. She had addressed him after all, and it'd be rather rude not to reply in a timely manner. [color=#E34234]"Mmm.... Maybe next time,"[/color] Takumi answered as noncommittally as he could, [color=#E34234]"I've got all my stuff set up here and it's nighttime and the weather's not all that good and it's the third ward and... Um..."[/color] Ever since he was younger he'd had a hard time saying 'no' to people he was well acquainted with, and this situation was hardly any different. Although thinking about it, that wasn't exactly asking for a push on the swings or his share of the cookie jar. At any rate, his style of answering questions in the negative was still as equivocal and excuse-ridden as always. He rubbed the back of his headsheepishly, having now decided to stop making paper-thin excuses. After he'd silenced himself, Hana piped in with a concern about the unsavory individuals running amok. For someone as lawful as Takumi, the idea was a bit worrying. [color=#E34234]"What's the problem with just staying here anyway? It's probably a lot safer."[/color] he asked whilst simultaneously making a mental note of possibly having to address the issue personally.

Finally, the tone of the conversation turned to something more child-oriented, or at least as child-oriented serving a corpse with finesse could be. He didn't understand the need for theatricality; they were ghouls, so what was wrong with just eating the thing and being done with it? And although Hana had asked him to watch, he doubted that there was much he could learn from Hana's way of preparing choice cuts. 

After all, if there was anything Takumi knew, it was how to cut apart a body.

...But he decided to watch anyway. It's not as if he had anything better to do, and his nee-chan might feel bad otherwise. He eyed the tiny knife that his elder sister ejected from her kagune. An unorthodox use of ukaku projectiles, but he knew that he really shouldn't be talking considering how bastardized his own kagune use was. Of course, such a display was only the introduction to the upcoming performance. She was fast, as ukaku ghouls tend to be, and very precise in her work. Unfortunately, there was a particularly annoying seed in the back of his mind wanted him to tell her that she was [i]doing it wrong[/i]. [color=#E34234][i]'Too inefficient. Too many wasted, shallow cuts. Too much preoccupation with cleanliness,'[/i][/color] Takumi thought, measured breaths the only sound from his person. There was a mental pause as the children reacted with delight. [color=#E34234][i]'...It's not real. Just a show,'[/i][/color] he reminded himself as he scratched at an inch on his elbow. [color=#E34234]"Nee-chan's really smart, isn't she?"[/color] he commented thoughtlessly. He couldn't analyze an autopsy with such precision, but he did know a few ways of... But that's not the sort of thing you think about in this kind of company.

Of course, now they were serving food, and that was not something Takumi was all that comfortable watching. As such, Takumi turned his attention to anything else. [color=#E34234]"...?"[/color] He heard the elevator moving up before it dinged on arrival. Then there was the smell, like flowers in the garden. [color=#E34234][i]'RC cells, blood, Ghoul,'[/i][/color] he turned his attention to the door. He reached for his back, stopped, and relaxed his arm. [color=#E34234][i]'Wait, I know this one,'[/i][/color] he thought, easy peering over the top of the shorter vanguard. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Itsuki here since Rin had told him he was still hanging around, so his reaction was a bit less wonderful than it was with the girls. Similarly, he regarded his brother's condition with blithe indifference; he was, after all, supposedly a man of many enemies. Takumi regarded his wounds: the small puncture wounds peppering his body suggested fast piercing attacks. Considering the nature of his kagune, Takumi was inclined to assume a ukaku attacker. Despite all the blood loss, he knew he needn't worry since there was a body ready for-

Takumi made a strange choked noise somewhere between horror and laughter as he recoiled backwards, eyes falling upon the "present" that Hana had prepared for him. He locked eyes with Itsuki, and communicated the unspoken message of: [color=#E34234][i]'Good luck.'[/i][/color]