[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - Not That Kind of Morning[/b][/color]
[i]3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor[/i]
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[color=#E34234]"KHHF-"[/color] Takumi restrained the sudden urge to spit take, and swallowed down the water and air caught in his mouth. [color=#E34234]"Wait... [i]What.[/i]"[/color] he sputtered, as if his surprise needed any additional establishment. His earnest heart had been expecting a cute, shoujo-esque blushu-blushu kiss-kiss-fall-in-love kind of thing, not something as dour as early morning grave visitations. Jeez, and Asoka said [i]he[/i] was the one who was killing the mood this morning? Unfortunately, that's just how these things go; at least he could roll with the punches. [color=#E34234]"Shit. Sorry about that, man,"[/color] Takumi stated, though more for the common courtesy than for actually expressing any legitimate regret over the loss. It wasn't like he knew the dead person at all, and he usually shied away from sentiments like that. Bad for morale - case and point. [color=#E34234]"I'll... just go grab that shirt..."[/color] He stood from his seat, did a little 'I'll be back' gesture of his hand, and headed for 'his' room to pick up the promised black shirt.

His quick return to the central living space was heralded by the aforementioned shirt flying at the back of Itsuki's head. This roughly coincided with the final few statements from Itsuki, begging to be allowed this one chance at mourning his loss. Awkwardly, Takumi rubbed his forearm and cleared his throat. [color=#E34234]"I think you ought to just let the poor guy go,"[/color] he agreed, trying to improve Itsuki's argumentative footing. As much as the idea of visiting a graveyard - and suggesting that someone else do so - contended with his worldview, watching his brother stew in eternal lamentation was no good either. [color=#E34234]"...Mental health's important,"[/color] he added as vague and also rather flimsy justification considering Hana had already brought that issue up. It was clear that he wasn't entirely sold on the idea of sending Itsuki off, and was probably just doing this out of pity. [color=#E34234]"I'm sure he can hide from the CCG for an hour or two."[/color] He swiped his cup from the table and gave it a few contemplative swishes. [color=#E34234]"Could always use the buddy system to keep safe, like nii-san said."[/color] He took a sip. [color=#E34234]"Umm... Yeah. I guess."[/color]

Takumi shrugged and craned his neck side to side, getting out the kinks with audible pops. [color=#E34234]"We should see about getting info on that kid first, whether nii-san goes or not,"[/color] he thumbed at the clock, [color=#E34234]"Time's a wastin'"[/color]