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Eventually he was seated on the other couch, Takumi on the first with the Wanyamon in his lap. The boy looked at Ken in this strange, guileless way. Ken couldn't put his finger on it.
"So," Takumi began, still smiling. "You're Ichijouji Ken. You and your friends went to the digital world a little while back, didn'tcha?"
Ken froze, scenarios running he was sure right over his face. Daisuke had ruined his unflappable cool genius mask thing.
Takumi waited and Ken fidgeted in his seat. Right. I'm supposed to answer. "Yes, we were. It was a long fight."
"Must have been," the other agreed, expression seeming to fade away into something… abnormal. Unwelcome. Then it snapped back like a rubber band. "Sorry. So, we've been having a lot of problems lately. Have you heard about the Kamishiro Corporation scandals?" His voice was completely off, serious and stern unlike that bright, Daisuke worthy smile.
Ken racked his brain. "Only what's on the news."
Takumi nodded sharply. "Right. So! Until Kyoko-san gets back I'm running everything and a lot of what's going on is related to that. So I need you to take one of the main issues off of me. If you're okay with that, I'll bring you up to speed. If not, I'll send a call over to Matayoshi-san. I'm sure he'd be happy to give you an internship that would keep you out of this."
Ken carefully controlled his jaw. "I… I'm sorry?"
Takumi smiled. "Ichijouji-san," he began. "I'm in this to the end. You, last I heard, have not considered continuing your issues with the Digimon. I don't want to force you into something that doesn't involve you."
Ken didn't even have to think. "Please don't worry. I am a Chosen Child. It's my job as a detective to get involved in things that don't concern me."
This time, Ken did not imagine that glint in his eye. "Good answer."