@jukenborn
E vidently, he hadn't been accustomed to the extensive layouts of the first division's establishment, situated at the Ariake maritime base, being a militaristic officer in a completely dissimilar squadron. Thus had he been sauntering in all directions, aimlessly so, in an endeavor to explicitly locate a singular individual's whereabouts to ultimately return a commodity, a mundane piece of reading material, in truth, he had borrowed several days ago. A carton of Strawberry milk in one hand, a straw confined between compressed lips, and one of Kikoru's fashion magazines held securely in the other. -- She could have been anywhere, and when he would inquire anything that would assist him in locating her, she would leave him with ambiguous texts. He frowns as he expeditiously pivots, blundering to hear approaching footsteps, around a corner of the corridor he was presently attending, oblivious to the additional, unanticipated circumstances about to collide atop his shoulders. ----- And without any inkling of forewarning or time to sufficiently react, he promptly bumps into another; the impact alone had loosened the grasp on his carton, causing it to slip and smear the other's clothes in roseate hues. - He blinks. - Momentarily staggered. When reality re-awakens, he is greeted by the unimpressed face of ... Eyes broaden wide as he exhales a gasping shriek. " ---- C-C-Captain Narumi, Sir! " Anxiety commences to agitate. " -------- I'm so sorry! "
