The expression on Takuya's face upon setting eyes on the approaching stranger is one of immediate displeasure. Naturally a completely random passerby would know more about the status of his own family than him. Takuya's not sure why he'd ever assume any different.

Upon second glance, however, there's something familiar about this particular distant cousin. It's more than just the usual trademarks of one of the clan, beyond the fair complexion contrasted against dark hair and dark eyes. It's something about the silhouette of his unruly hair, the heightened delicacy in bone structure, the almost too-pretty face.

...Mikoto's spawn, perhaps? The younger one. The one with the brother complex, fraternizes with that Hyuuga girl, and is seen with Ayane from time to time. What was his name, Satoshi...?

"...no one," he finally answers after sneering over at Sasuke for the better part of a full minute, glancing irritably off to one side. "I took a wrong turn."

That being said, he makes no move to get up, vaguely shifting the bag in his hands.

"Headed home, Sacchan?"

It's the only name Takuya can currently conjure up for the other man.