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Ken's first even remotely close impression of the agency was that there was poison in it somewhere, and whatever it was, was almost deadly.
Hence the guy hunched over a waste bin conveniently placed outside as he puked his guts out.
Ken was tempted to turn right around. Instead, he turned right to a water fountain and found a cup.
The person happily took it, eyes wide with gratitude. "God it was worse than I thought this time..." They brushed their red hair out of their eyes and grinned. "Sorry about that. I'm Aiba Takumi. You're the intern right?" He wiped his face with a napkin he had in his pocket. "I can't believe she left that in her fridge... Give me one sec. I'll just dump this and be ready for you. "Kyoko-san's been gone for a while now, so you're stuck with me. Sorry about that. Go on in!"
And before Ken could even answer, Takumi was gone like a fast bumblebee, out the door, and down another exit.
Ken, blinking, went inside -
"Ooh! Are you a client?"
And saw a Digimon, a bright little cat-dog thing, sitting on one of the sofas.
"I'm Wanyamon!" It chirped. "A detective Digimon! What's your case? Takumi will handle it when he gets back from the dumpster!"
Ken seriously considered walking away.