As one of Senju’s only friends, your presence was appreciated by the executives of Brahman even if they didn’t show it.

Although Takeomi was just annoying- always finding some way to mess with you or annoy you when Senju wasn’t looking. Like now for example.

“Hey kid, isn’t it past your bedtime?” Takeomi stood in the doorway, looking at you with a lopsided smirk. The smell of his cigarette wafted through the room, which seemed to be a common thing wherever Takeomi went.