[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - House of the Rising Sun[/b][/color]
[i]3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor [/i]
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Time slowed down as the flaccid appendage soared through the air like a majestic eagle. With mouth agape, Takumi watched as it crested its arc and began its quick descent into the face of a poor, traumatized - well, more traumatized than he was before, at least - youngster, impacting his forehead with a loud, wet smack. The cramped entry space of the hotel-turned-clinic-turned-hotel-again soon became filled by the cacophonous sound of screaming child and blood and bodily scraps flying everywhere. Takumi plugged his sensitive ears and simply looked on with mildly entertained interest as he waited for all the noise to finally die down. Of course, he'd also be caught in the crossfire considering his close proximity, but a little bit of blood never killed anyone. Besides, if he didn't want to stain the sheets, he could just change back into his old clothes.

And if there was anything here that might kill someone, it was Itsuki. Sure, he wasn't the sunniest guy before, but these past eight years did little for Itsuki's good humor. Honestly, Takumi wouldn't even be that surprised if the white-haired kid shat himself, what with the bestial gait and the savage consumption of the human body. At this point, the commotion seemed to have died down, so the half-ghoul dropped his arms and released his ears. Which was fortunate, because that meant he was able to hear the gem about the topical sacrifice that life in the 24th Ward mandated. Takumi pursed his lips and looked off to the side, a bit second-handly embarrassed as it were. [color=#E34234][i]'Bad call, Itsu-nii. There are some memories that are best kept to oneself,'[/i][/color] he thought, looking at the wallpaper like it was some kind of modern art. [color=#E34234]"Promise I won't,"[/color] Takumi nodded, earnestly unwilling to subject his elder brother to such humiliation. He gave a little wave to Itsuki as he retreated into a vacant room like some kind of creature of the night.

He stood in place for a few moments and processed the surprising stream of events that had happened so far. Then he boxed those thoughts up and filed them away in the depths of his mind before helping the white-haired kid and Hana clean up. There was no good in idle hands, after all, and having "child labor" do work for him was just something he couldn't abide by. Blood was a bit hard to get out of this kind of flooring, so it was a bit of an uphill struggle in that respect. A little bit of the ways in, the kid left to go to sleep. It was as he was diligently cleaning the carpet, that he was posed a certain question by Hana. He was sure she was teasing him, but he wasn't all to good with reading into these sorts of things. T'was a good thing he wasn't directly facing her, then. 

[color=#E34234]"..............................................................................................................................I...have my own....Um...Thanksfortheofferthough."[/color]

Takumi pursed his lips and began scrubbing more vigorously. This was going to be a [i]clean[/i] place by the time he was done, goddammit. With that said, did it come as any surprise that he didn't manage to finish? 
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[i]Next Morning[/i]
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Now, to say Takumi Minamoto was a morning person would be an understatement. Ever since he was a child, he had been waking up bright and early with fastidous dedication and an unhealthily high amount of energy; today was no different. Of course, he didn't go around waking everyone up like some kind of asshole; he just went out for a nice little walk. His return was heralded by the sound of the elevator rising and opening. [color=#E34234]"Oh, you're awake now,"[/color] he commented before switching to a more chipper tone, [color=#E34234]"Hope everyone's having a good morning so fa~a~ar..."[/color] The pitch of the last word changed as he slowly stepped over Rin, doing his best not to disturb her. He slipped off his battered shoes and set them to the side before approaching the dining area where the other adults had gathered.

Instead of the absolutely delicious smelling coffee, Takumi opted for a simple cup of water. Why he only drank coffee on special occasions was a mystery? Maybe there was some kind of defect in the experiment that ghoulified him, or maybe he was just a masochist. Who knew? Who cared? Exactly. He took a seat across from Asoka and Itsuki. True to his promise, he hadn't at all remarked on the dick eating fiasco even as it came up in conversation; all he did was drink. [color=#E34234]"...So, uhh, with that bombshell dropped..."[/color] Takumi began, [color=#E34234]"...What're we doing with the kiddies?"[/color]