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"[color=1a7b30]The lack of punctuality could be excused by the events of last night,[/color]" said Haruka offhandedly from a nearby couch. He was lying upon the tattered piece of furniture, eyes watching as paint slowly peeled off the ceiling above. "[color=1a7b30]The host is responsible for the safety of his guests, and that obligation was not successfully upheld.[/color]"

He shifted into a sitting position as Takeshi entered with food, sending the other chunin a respectful nod. The green-haired ninja had already eaten earlier, but even so he could admit that what his compatriot had cooked was indeed quite delectable in appearance. He had actually been present in the room for a short while already, but as usual, he had once again blended into the background, another unimportant object in the scenery. Not that it really bothered him. Haruka enjoyed the peace and quiet, after all.

"[color=1a7b30]Minamoru-kun, Hanami-san,[/color]" he acknowledged politely. "[color=1a7b30]Good morning.[/color]"

It may have been after eleven, but noon had still yet to arrive.