"Oh, is her stomach still upset? Sorry. Medicine's right here," he answers over Keita announcing his need for a bath as he returns to the grocery bags and starts rooting through them.

"Keita, medicine comes before bath. What happened to your pants?"

"They got wet."

Bunta pulls out a can of instant chicken noodle soup and a pack of matcha KitKat bars. "I see. Are they with the dirty laundry?"

"No..."

"Then you know your mission. Good luck...!" He says, giving Keita's mop of auburn hair an affectionate tousle as he stands and navigates around the mess in the kitchen, sets the can and candy on the counter, and starts cleaning the floor.

"Sounds like it got hectic," he observes nonchalantly to Yukimura. Keita briefly disappears outside, returning with his pants and wordlessly taking them towards the dirty clothes. Once he's out of earshot, he lifts his eyebrows and continues, "Any misbehavior?"

He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but it's hard to miss the broken fridge shelf and the spilled perishables across the floor-- never mind the edge of exasperation Yukimura's trying to contain as he catches him up to speed.