♞ Argyle Tachibana ♞
☽═━┈ His Brothers' Keeper ┈━═☾
"A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived." - Chris Cleave
Location: Dining Room.
Company: Katherine and Kumi.
While he had been the last to be born of the four brothers, he happened to be the first to rise near every morning. Long before the sun had rising to take stake in the sky above, Argyle had ventured out to the beach closest to the mansion. pair of khaki cargo-shorts, a baggy dark-green and grey baja hoodie. He sat atop the sand, legs tucked into one another, his hands holding and caressing a light brown ukulele, strumming the cords and allowing sweet yet simple notes flow freely into the morning air. A soft smile gracing his glossed lips, eyes appearing hazed over, almost dreamy. Soon, it wasn't only the ukulele that let out a lovely tune, Argyle would join along with his own vocals as he went along the cords. "I knoooow..You belong to somebody..New..But tonight, you belong..To me...Although, we're apart..You're apart..Of my heart..But tonight, you belong..To me.." He allowed his breath to catch along with the strumming, then continued. "...Way down..By the stream..How sweet, it would seem..Once more...Just to dream in the moonlight...My honey, I know..With the daaawn, you'll be goooone..But tonight, you belong..To me..But tonight, you belong..Toooo me." The final note, a last, ringing cord. It appeared to continuously vibrate in Argyle's ear, as if it would be there forever. His lids fell shut for a few spars moments, then, Katherine's voice carried to his ear-drums from the kitchen where she'd made the lot breakfast.
He was wondering if she'd used anything he'd shown her over the past several days. Kat was an excellent cook, however, it never hurt to share and borrow ideas. He stood up, ukulele in his right hand while the left dusted grain clusters of sand from his shorts. Once he came to the french doors that lead into the kitchen from the outside, Argyle was mindful to wipe his feet off in the grass, as to get off any of the remaining sand. Once all was clear, he entered through the doors to find Katherine in the dining room, covered in..Lemonade? Goodness, it was quite a mess. "Oh, crap, hold on, Kat.." He told her, placing the ukulele down on the table and rushing over to a into the kitchen, pulling a drawer ajar and grabbing some wash clothes for Katherine. He came over to the girl, handing her a few, then coming over to the hallway, a cleaning supply closet sat parallel to the kitchen. He acted fast, mixing cleaning solution into a plastic bucket, grabbing the mop, and coming over to the sink to fill the bucket with hot water, the liquid creating suds and it churned the solutions.
He heard the shambling of his brother, Kumi, in the neighboring dining room. Then, his lazy version of good morning. Obviously, the boy simply wasn't a morning person, Argyle himself couldn't stand sleeping in, feeling if he even slept in til 9:00 AM, he'd lost near half the day. "Hey, Kumi...Be careful in there, the floor is covered in lemonade and I'm gonna have to mop it." He advised, sounding more like their mother than ever. He took a lot after her, looked more like Dad but his compassion and love, dedication and drive, it had all come from Mom. The towering figure marched into the dining room with mop in his right hand and bucket handle in his left. Sitting the bucket down, he soaked the mop in the cleaning brew he'd made and began wetting the now rather sticky floor of the dining room.