Takumi was just about to head down a dark alleyway, the kind that practically screamed "This is where the bad stuff happens," when an entirely different kind of urgency hit him. It started as a small, uncomfortable twinge in his lower abdomen, but quickly escalated into a pressing need that could no longer be ignored.
He paused mid-stride, frowning as the realization set in. "Oh, for the love of the cosmos," he muttered, glancing around the grimy alley. "Of all the times…"
As a god, Takumi had pretty much transcended all the usual mortal needs—eating, sleeping, bathroom breaks—those were all things of the past. But in this bizarre noir world, where he could apparently get drunk, it seemed the usual rules didn't apply. And now, just when he was getting into the swing of this whole detective gig, nature was calling with a vengeance.
Takumi looked around, searching for an exit strategy. This was not something he could handle here, in the middle of a foggy, crime-ridden city. He needed to find a place that could accommodate his unique needs, and fast.
"Alright, alright," he muttered to himself, trying to keep his cool. "I'll just take a quick break, pop out for a minute, and be back before anyone even notices I'm gone. No big deal."
With that, he stepped into a shadowy corner and, with a flick of his wrist, teleported himself out of the noir world and back into the ethereal realm where he could access his god form. The transition was instantaneous—one moment, he was standing in the alley, the next, he was floating in the infinite expanse of the multiverse.
He let out a sigh of relief as the familiar, weightless sensation of his divine form washed over him. "Alright, now where's the nearest divine restroom?" he mumbled, scanning the cosmos.
After a moment, he spotted it—a glowing, golden portal labeled "GODLY FACILITIES." It shimmered in the void, an oasis of relief in the vastness of the multiverse. Takumi wasted no time, zipping over to the portal and stepping through.
The inside was exactly what one might expect from a bathroom designed for gods: marble floors, golden fixtures, and an ambiance that was somehow both luxurious and serene. There were fountains of celestial water, soft ambient music playing in the background, and even a few plush clouds floating around for seating.
Takumi headed straight for the nearest stall—a grand, private chamber complete with a throne-like seat made of polished obsidian. He closed the door behind him, sighing in contentment as he finally answered the call of nature.
"Ahh… that's better," he muttered, leaning back on the luxurious seat. "You'd think being a god would mean I'm above this sort of thing, but nooo, apparently not today."
After a few moments of peace and quiet, Takumi finished up and washed his hands in a basin of glowing water that sparkled like stardust. He dried them with a towel made from the softest clouds, then stepped out of the stall feeling like a new deity.
He glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror—still looking sharp in his trench coat and fedora, despite the unexpected detour. "Alright, back to business," he told himself, adjusting his hat. "Can't let a little bathroom break slow me down."
With that, he teleported back to the noir world, reappearing in the same shadowy alleyway he had left. He looked around, making sure everything was as he'd left it—foggy, dark, and full of shady vibes.
"Good, no one's the wiser," he muttered with a satisfied grin. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah—serious detective business."
With renewed determination, Takumi resumed his investigation, slipping back into character as the hard-boiled private eye. He was ready to tackle whatever the city threw at him next, and this time, there would be no distractions—no booze, no unexpected bodily needs, just pure, unadulterated sleuthing.
As he walked deeper into the alley, his mind focused on the task at hand. He might have taken a brief detour to the divine restroom, but now he was back, ready to unravel the mysteries of this shadowy world, one clue at a time.
And if any more surprises popped up along the way? Well, he'd handle those too—like the god he was, of course.