呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
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Good morning, nii-san. Good morning, Sengoku-san.
[He bows his head a bit, and then turns to leave. He's done what he had to. If both of them are busy or are just choosing to ignore him, it's not his fault.]
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We'll be done soon, Mitsuzane-kun.
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[He doesn't want to, but he does have to put his clothes aside for washing. Kouta kind of got snot all over the front.]
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They're both leaning against the counter as they finish their coffee, Takatora staring at the floor with a serious expression on his face while Ryouma is very much in his personal space, talking quietly enough that no one else can hear.]
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It takes less than a minute for Takatora to finish his coffee, pulling away from Ryouma to rinse the cup in the sink. When he turns to leave the kitchen, he doesn't even bother to look at Mitsuzane or acknowledge him in any way.
Ryouma waits until Takatora has been gone for a few minutes, listening to the other make his way upstairs before he speaks.]
Can I help you?
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... Do you know anything about someone named Sumii Yuuya? I know he had one of the Drivers briefly, so I thought you might have an idea where he's been. He disappeared a while ago.
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Who knows.
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Are you sure you don't know anything?
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You're a horrible listener.
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[He thought as much.]
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[He's looking fairly proud of himself, now.]
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And don't you find it strange that the belt that was supposed to end up in one person's hands ended up in another's?
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[And he doesn't offer any more information than that, finishing his coffee and stepping away to refill his mug.]
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[Ryouma calls after him.]
Didn't your precious brother teach you the value of things?
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I know. But I doubt I have anything that you want.
[He won't bend to flatter Ryouma, though maybe if he appears disinterested it'll work in his favor.]
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[He pours himself a cup of coffee, not seeming too desperate at least.]
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True. But As for information you don't already have... I'm afraid I don't have much.
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[Ryouma wanders back over, humming.]
Did you have a good night?
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I did, actually. And you?
[Please don't be creepy please don't be creepy...]
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[Does that mean he didn't have a good night, or that Takatora didn't? He's clearly not elaborating. Boy, this coffee is so nice.]
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Gonna nope into the sun.That's... good? Maybe? Hopefully.]And how is work going?
[Oh yeah. He still has a test to study for. Again.]
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